Otter Creek Lonely Rivers

It was like he read her mind. Though Chai honestly didn't mean to stare, but she supposed she hadn't done a very good job of being subtle about it. "Oh I um..." She turned her head away to one side, chancing a tiny peek out of the corner of her eye. "I can't say I know what that is." Chai had only ever known pure, wild wolves and the lesser coyotes. The concept of a domesticated dog was foreign to her.

Thankfully there was another topic on which to touch upon. The pack she hailed from. Speaking of which, when she got his scent, she noticed no traces of other wolves or a pack present. She was yet unaware that his sense of smell was non-existent. Letting her body posture relax some, she lowered herself down onto the rock, in a sphinx like resting position, one leg crossed over the other. "I am. To the east of here, just over those mountains." She gestured in the direction of the Sunspire range.