Stavanger Bay When all is said and done?

Her head dipped, not noticing someone watched from afar. She inspected some prints in the sand, seemingly some sort of bird. There wasn't clear webbing in the print; she wondered what the bird looked like.

Alas, her interest was cut short by a chuff.
Phex drew herself up and regarded the male, impressive in every manner. He looked wicked, she had to admit, but not in an evil way -- no. She rarely saw that. His markings were awesome and his voice was like a rumble of quiet thunder on a sunset-stormcloud evening in autumn. She liked him despite his strong demeanor.

"Hey there," she greeted with her light, carefree voice, "I'm Phex of Shadewood Keep. You could help me by making relations with my pack," she grinned, enticing and sweet. Nieve. "I was here to see who you are and of course welcome you to visit the Shadewood at any time." Her tail waves softly, just higher than her hocks. She was a guest on the border and is her usual high spirits, not some intruder or challenger. That was not even in her capacity -- probably.