Jade Fern Grove I'm blending into the grass with my snake-thumb

She moved through the forest in her usual predatory way, sweeping the surroundings. So far, nothing interesting. Her subconscious was still left juggling how things would redistributed leadership-wise. How much of a rush did she have to be in? Hopefully not very. Still, she'd need to keep things moving, it wasn't like there was endless time.

Movement. Her ears pitched forward, and for a second she froze, waiting for the figure to clarify itself in the distance. Another wolf, and not the same one from before. Good or bad? Currently unclear, but that meant she had to investigate. She moved forward at last, searching for a scent that would answer her questions. Still far enough away that voice was probably more useful, Arbiter called out as she approached, Who are you? Still never one for small talk, apparently.