Emberwood Whispers in the night

Lowering to her haunches to sit, Tzila made no effort to approach any closer or withdraw. She wasn't a pushover, but she was respectable enough to mind the personal space of others. Slate eyes narrowed a fraction in curious contemplation while regarding the fellow she wolf. Her greeting was far from warm, but it passed over Tzila easily.

"Names Tzila." She began nochalantly, as if it were hardly anything special. Her nose picked up on the faint scent of a pack on the others coat. She would save any inquiries she had about that for later, provided this meeting went smoothly. "You are from these parts, I presume?" She asked with a delicate raise of a brow.