Boartusk Heights On a Wing and a Prayer

Grimeye lifted away from her leanin'-tree and was about to trot onward when her large ears perked at the soft crunching of the earth nearby. She shied back slightly, her eyes narrowing and darting about warily as she considered fading herself back out of view entirely. The problems with that plan were twofold, however. One, as her eyes flickered about they noted anew that this high up the trees were starting to grow sparse, and the underbrush even thinner yet—neither really offering the best choice of places to hide.

And two, it was already too late in any case, as a gleaming figure loomed forth in the gloom and offered up a low woof of greeting. Grimeye stiffened, and stood there silently assessing the situation for a moment. She stuck her nose up into the air to take another deep sniff, but none of her senses disagreed with her initial hunch: there was only one wolf in the area, and a spindly young thing at that. Hmm, well then. Grimeye's hackles prickled warily and she moved slowly forward with her tail half-raised. As she padded nearer the other canine she put out her nose for another cautious sniff from closer-up.

 Nothing in either the manner or appearance of the other seemed overly threatening. Grimeye unbent a little more, enough at least to offer a cool, Hello. Her eyes swept over the wolf bitch and lingered on the odd coloring, the pink nose and eyes. Interesting...but she offered no comment, and no particular judgment on those aspects as of yet. None of it really outweighed the youngster's species in Grimeye's mind anyhow, even if it was rather notable, and not a sight the coywolf had seen before in her many days on the planet. It did cross her mind briefly to wonder if perhaps this other creature might not herself be fully-wolf either, with her strange pigmentation resulting from whatever other heritage was lurking in her genes. What the other part of her might be in that case, however, Grimeye had no idea. Curiosity was starting to overcome Grim's initial wary hostility, however, if possibly somewhat against her better judgment. She stood looking down on the wispy little wolf and waited for the other to make a move.