Sun Mote Copse We climbed the Golden Gate Bridge just to watch the stars collide

a howl... 

corinna's aud's perked as she noted the howl. last time she was in this territory it wasn't fully claimed. there was a child here, protective of it, but no one lived there. she wondered now what that might mean for the copse. so she began to head back towards the wood, hoping to intercept the wolf who had howled. 

as she approached, she found a scent marker, different from her last encounter with the territory. how intriguing! mint gaze sparkled with interest as she began to trail along the border-- the outside of it, anyway, and a good distance out so she wouldn't intrude-- nose twitching as she trailed after the nearest scent she could find. she spotted a bright little thing, delicate in feature but clearly seasoned in her day. an older wolf, but not an old wolf. there was a difference. staying on her side of the border, she let out bark for attention, keeping her posture neutral-- respectful if anything with a low dip of her head and an amiable wave of her tail.