Swiftcurrent Creek zig and zag

A wolf with all shades of red, brown, black, and white appeared. A female, no less, and smelling rather strongly of the wolf she had hoped to encounter here. Very interesting. She smelled faintly of that smell Cyclone knew all too well, and one that Cyclone herself hoped would hold off for her until Libertine Coterie was properly settled. The Blackthorn counted her cards, so to speak, then chose her words wisely.

I'm seeking a wolf who lives here. Silvery black with red-orange eyes. Ring any bells? she asked, tipping her ears forward. If asked, Cyclone would gladly answer questions, but she wanted her own questions answered, too.