Ravensblood Forest Fifteen there's still time for you

>:)

Today found the sun-kissed woman wandering through the woodlands of Ravensblood Forest with little purpose. She'd given half of her morning meal to a raven, and deemed her deeds done for the day. Her encounters with the locals were few and far between; she did not enable them to find her so easily, and being a recluse was much safer while the weather remained in her favor. She had no desire to join a pack until it was absolutely necessary. Solveig was not malleable like some of the weanling locals, and would not fit so easily into the molds expected of a proper pack wolf.

Proper being relative, of course.

Movement to her left drew her attention, and she caught sight of two inky ears atop a tawny head as it sank down behind some undergrowth. One paw hovers in the air uncertainly until she places it down, and turns to investigate. Sure enough the scent of wolf is heavy in the air; her eyes narrow as she rounds a tree and comes into Alfhildr's line of sight, leveling the other woman with a hawkish stare.

She says nothing and watches, waiting for a reaction.