Wapun Meadow Shut your mouth and run me like a river

She stopped and lifted her gaze to meet the source of the chuff. At first, she thought the pale form was her friend that had left without word to anyone, but upon further inspection, she realized it was just a similarly-colored stranger. Social interactions certainly weren't her strong suit, but being a part of a pack had helped some with that. So, she moved closer to the snowy female and dipped her head in greeting. Hey, she offered impassively. She recognized the scent of the pack that claimed the creek north of here but didn't recognize the woman. That wasn't too surprising; she hadn't really left the territory much until now, so she was only familiar with those who were a part of Easthollow.