Swiftcurrent Creek from the kiri tree

Danica wasn't in the toppest of moods today. Not that this was too unusual for her, but today moreso than most. As such, she was wandering with a bit more ire than usual, on a hunt for the sheer pleasure of getting to sink her teeth into something. What that something was she had little care. She knew she could always find a good fight by wandering in the direction of those peaks, but her heart wasn't in it like usual. Her apathy and frustration would only spoil what could be a rather fun experience.

She was stalking a trail when she heard a voice, and rather than continue, she gravitated towards the sound. To her surprise, she found she was not in the mood to be alone. Normally when others approached her it was a nuisance; now, she intended to impose on another.

To her surprise, the words belonged to one who at first glance appeared almost as Fox... but no, not the leader. Definitely fox-like in appearance. Yet she didn't make a jest as she normally would. Perhaps another time when she didn't care about the other's presence.

"Poetry?" she asked, not bothering to announce her presence or give the usual formalities. She hadn't heard the like in a long time and thought perhaps she was mistaken. But it made her a bit more glad all the same. Rough and blunt she may be but she did have an appreciation for well-spoken words.