Sun Mote Copse Wheat Kings

corinna was not afraid to throw down, but she was not a wolf of violence. she was cunning and stealthy and would get what she wanted through other means. so when finbar crossed her path today, he needn't worry.

her pale gaze settled upon him immediately, assessing him from a distance as nothing but a thick-furred (or bodied) male with a soft gaze. he looked friendly enough, and so corinna opted not to avoid him. better make nice with the locals anyhow. she called out in a bell-like bark, her tail waving and a pale paw pressed up against her chest as she stood misstep. she didn't speak right away, but her bright expression suggested she was well open to a conversation.