Fox's Glade wendigo

The territories surrounding Bearclaw Valley were like a second home to Laurel in her period of heat. She was always looking to see if she could find any boys; Bearclaw Valley had little of them and those it did have were booo-ring and not too easy to find in her experience. If they didn't want to find her, then well, she wasn't going to try and find them. She'd get her boys elsewhere.

Like Fox Glade. There were many scents of foxes but little of wolves that she could find. It seemed by sheer luck that she happened to spot a figure in the distance of the secluded territory. The scent of fox still overpowered that of his but she was certain that the same could not be said for her powerful fragrance. Laurel's body remained neutral as her ears perked forward and she called out "Hey there!" with a timid sort of enthusiasm to her voice and a gentle wag of her tail as she approached the wolf beside the stream.