The sound of the annoyed sheep grew distant, they were not happy to be used for the girl's entretainment, but honestly she didn't care. That was her approach to many things really. She didn't care if someone didn't like her, or if someone wasn't pleased with her attitude. But that was just to be expected, she was an inmature yearling that had been forced to fend for herself from a young age.
As the male came to meet her, she analyzed every detail of him. He was older than her, and he smelled of the Plateu. She had come to meet the Plateu wolves when she met a wolf named Silvermane by the river, though strangely she had found him a month later getting stoned near the isle. His gruff voice snapped her out of her thoughts, he didn't even say hello.
The female scoffed while she the tip of her tail twitched in a cat-like manner. "No,you should recognize a turist when you see one" she barked while shifting her gaze to the slopes of the mountain momentarily.
