Northstar Vale Grey, White, and Gold

She was, perhaps, a few shades darker, but the similarities were almost eerie. At least he didn't seem to be a particularly vicious sort or anything. Safe to talk to, it seemed. Sure, maybe he was a good actor just ready to pounce but all things considered, Myth was pretty naive on the matter.

She edged closer, but still kept at what she considered to be a safe distance. He didn't seem to be part of a pack either -- she had avoided the borders of the ones she'd smelled, but there were a lot of unfamiliar scents lurking around that didn't seem to be associated. Perhaps nature had just opened up this area to wolves again or something. "I'm Myth. How long have you been wandering around this patch of world?" Well, that certainly wasn't the usual combination of questions -- it was like she jumped a few steps in the middle, but that was pretty standard for her.