Northstar Vale My Rotten Spirit Of Black

Agana was surprised to see a small, dark wolf coming into her view; and she was afraid someone was following her. The Quetelhtë raised an eyebrow, golden gaze still on her. “You were what?” The grey female rose to her feet and marched closer to the crimson-eyed stranger.
 
“Were you following me?” It was clear the stranger had no excuse for her sudden appearance. Agana narrowed her eyes and waited for her to either clarify or confirm her suspicion; “Well?” her tone was lower than before, as she did not want to scare the other.