Spotted Eagle Mountain What you know about rocking a wolf on your noggin?

If you were to take Rheia and morph her in to a human being, she'd probably be some sort of shy tomboy who liked to play alone in the sandbox; the look that Wylla tossed her indicated a similar nature, but she seemed more volatile. Maybe she would have been the playground bully? She reacted to that look in the same manner as an introverted child might have - pausing her gait and bristling a little, her expression tensing in a way that could've read, what did I do?

It was obvious that the stranger was covetous of her meal and Rheia, feeling a little bit frustrated by her inability to navigate the wintery mountain, wondered if she should make a pit-stop and try her luck to get a piece. She inadvertently sized her up as she began to walk again, this time slow and steady and all too cautious, but Rheia made it only a few steps before deciding it wasn't worth the ire of the other wolf. It was clear they weren't eager to share and with a better look at the dead thing Rheia concluded, it barely looked appetizing at all. Best to leave the girl with her leather, then.

N.. nothing.. she murmured after glancing at the corpse. Whether it was an answer to the question or an observation (because the creature had become so dessicated that Rheia couldn't identify it at all) was a mystery. She held out hope that this hungry loner could be another friend despite the evidence to the contrary, and added, You -- you home? This is home? It had worked with Sif, so maybe it would work here too.