Honeyed Pasture Exposure

Skydance's head snapped towards the noise, ears cupping in her direction.  Oh good, a wolf!  That meant she probably wasn't going to get devoured right this instant.  Good.  Skydance scuttled closer to the stranger, to a conversational distance.  She was, perhaps, being a bit more trusting than she should have been, but goddamn, she trusted a wolf far more than she trusted any number of other scents that lurked about here.  But safety in numbers, right?

She looked over her shoulder, just making sure she wasn't dragging anything along that would eat them both.  Skydance was enough on edge that she didn't have a put-together mask to hide behind.  Staying alive was more important.  Um... Hi.  Is there anything beyond here worth seeing?  Or should I just like.. Leave?  Even that she was unsure of.  Ugh.  It was much easier when things were nice and black and white and clear, -- too bad the world so often disagreed.  Heck, she'd even failed at giving a nice introduction.