Horizon Ridge Slime is not a crime

The gentle approach almost surprises her, in comparison to the golden woman of the other day. Was it a foreign wolf with dignity? Like her leader, like the first wolf she'd met in these Wilds? What a pleasant moment it was to be greeted by someone who could handle a normal interaction. Of course, she had no idea what Chip was actually like. 

Gentle warm smile graces black lips at the introduction. The word chipmunk is not one she knows yet, and so she takes it for any old name. "My name Huā. You from here, Chipmunk?" She inquires, all the while still curious about the territory markings.