Ravensblood Forest Fifteen there's still time for you

The tawny she-wolf's dark ears pivoted atop her skull as she heard movement coming from her right; curious eyes flicked to the apparent source of the noise, but what had specifically caused it was not obvious from sight and sound alone. A tentative sniff of the air brought with it a wave of wolf scent that caused Alf to smile absently.

Alfhildr tilted her head the slightest bit as the stranger came into the older female's line of sight. The other woman's stare might have been unnerving if Alf hadn't been accustomed to worse. Her tail gave a single, slow thump against the ground. Alf wasn't not in the mood for company, but it wasn't exactly needed. Still, the russet-eyed female offered the other lone wolf a slightly larger smile.

"Hey," Alf offered a greeting to the large, yellow-eyed woman, "The name's Alfhildr Saga." Looking the newcomer up and down, Alf had to admit she was rather imposing. She was bulkier than the older of the two, though about as tall, or so the stranger appeared at a short distance. If Alf had to compliment the woman, pretty would not be her first choice; primarily because Alf might expect to lose her head. Though intimidating, statuesque, and awe-inspiring would probably be acceptable-

Alf blinked quickly and, quite literally, got her head on straight again. Nope, no flirting, no glances full of longing, no lustful analyses of the female form. That was not on the agenda for today.

"And your name would be?" Alf asked, smirking slightly despite the embarrassment she felt burning bright under her fur. "I mean, if you're comfortable sharing."