Neverwinter Forest the price of change

It wasn't the scent of an easy meal that lured Simmik from her patrol, but rather the prospect of learning more about a packmate she wasn't very familiar with. Eating was never very high on her priorities; she had eaten early this morning and had not felt the pang of hunger since. The woman's scent continued to pass by on the breeze as she followed it from the edge of the territory; she recognized it from the borders and knew that it belonged to Vallkyrie. she had seen the woman here and there but had never really had a conversation with her.

She tracked the scent through the trees, slowing when her packmate's dark form appeared in the distance. She moved a little closer before stopping, releasing a low chuff in greeting and waiting to see if the other wolf was in the mood for company.