Ocean's Breath Plateau Oh, don't you dare look back

Ever since running into the pale wolf, who ran by name Smokestep and who had lured her into following him with the help of a fish, Foxglove had hung around the area, where his crew resided. She had caught sight of the black-coated scoundrel, who had stolen her Wellington boot, among the assembled people, but this was definitely not a reason to come closer or incline her to pledge to the cause. She was still pretty aware of her weak state and prey-like appearance to come to encounter more wolves than one at a time.

Therefore she stayed close, checking on them from afar, but spending the rest of her time scavenging on the shores. This was, what she was occupied with now, when she happened to lift her head and her eyes locked on a figure, who was perched on a cliff and was watching her (from the distance it was hard to tell). The dappled she-wolf froze mid-action, eying the stranger suspiciously.