Sleepy Fox Hollow inner moonlight

The scarlet stranger seemed friendly enough, greeting Ginsberg with a gentle wave of her tail. The darker female regarded the other with a careful expression. She allowed her sea green gaze to roam the figure of Mona with piqued interest. There was a humming in her ears, but other than that there was only silence. Most had offered a verbal greeting of some sort upon crossing paths with the wildling, but this red-painted female was different in this. It seemed that she was testing the waters to see if she was welcome or not. Though she preferred to be alone, Ginsberg did not turn the other away. It was better to start off with friends instead of enemies, she had found.

“You live here?” the shadow inquired with a careful glance toward the emerald gaze of the stranger. The scent of wolf had been relatively strong in that area, so Gin had not been sure if the territory was looking to be claimed or not. Some of the quiet assumptions were correct, though the wildling had no idea that they existed. She was – indeed – a warrior, but she still had years before she would reach the prowess of her father.