Duskfire Glacier trash to the curb

The stranger seemed friendly enough, when he took notice of Foxglove. Even invited her to come closer and say a proper "hello", if she wished to. The she-wolf pondered a little about the last part of the previous sentence and then shrugged. What had she got to lose - even if this would turn out to be a bad idea and she became the man's meal, that would be a far better death than wasting away in the wilderness.

Carefully, keeping her body and tail low she neared the man and came to a halt, when she was few feet away from him. Not knowing, what to say now, she remained silent and simply looked at the man, hoping that perhaps he was better at conversations.