Cerulean Cape breaking water

Social skills. What were those again?
For a creature who had been used to gossip and playful interaction, this was a moment Eva felt weirdly uncomfortable with. The she-wolf appeared tense, and kept a safe distance from Eva despite her friendly greeting. Eva had never spoken to anyone outside of her home pack, with the notable exception of a moody bobcat and a foul-mouthed raven on her way to the Wilds.

"Uh.." She faltered at the question. In part because of what looked like a marking across the white wolf's face from a distance. Eva squinted for a moment, rather rudely, but continued her attempt at conversation when she couldn't see much further. "Right, sorry. It's just, you're the first person I've talked to in a while." The statement hung in the air. A gross, awkward feeling swept over her and she shuffled her paws to shake it off.

"Do you live here?"