Silver Creek There is a house build out of stone

She had nothing against the wolves of the creek - she had sensed the tension between the women though, and she knew many saw each other as nothing but rivals, rivals until mates were selected and their places were secured; the nymph blamed none for their defensive attitudes, their selfish thoughts, because she was part of this mess, too. Not that she'd planned to be, but she was here, and that was that. Besides... perhaps whatever this was would fill the hole that had grown like a void in her chest, where clearly something was amiss.

The seawolf had picked up on Oryx's scent near the creek when her fishing had come to an end, and primarily out of curiousity she had begun to track her, identifying her as one of the wolves from Addison's meeting... and from the encounter with the strange, dark male. Faeryn did not rush to say hello, but when a coat of shadows emerged into her vision, the blue sylph picked up her pace and adjusted herself to pad smoothly at the she-wolf's side. "Hey," a mellifluous voice flowed from her muzzle, plume of silver waving fluently behind as she moved. "Mind if I join you?"

She was entirely unaware of any negative feelings cast her way.