Neverwinter Forest the razor's edge

Man, it was hot. Lenny was grateful for the shadowy pine trees that offered ample shade from the burning sun, but her thick black fur was like a microwave on her skin. Hot, hot hot. And also very boring. Things had been quiet on her end lately, aside from the frequent patrols and nights in with her sister. But there was hardly anything happening - the pack was quiet, aside from the slight drama with a forming pack recently. But from what she understood, that had been handled. 

So now, here she was, bored and burning up. It genuinely sucked.

Traveling toward the edge of the trees, moonstone eyes scanned her surroundings. She hadn't expected to run into anyone else out here today - she figured she'd be the only one bored enough to actually brave this heat - but there was a dark figure, coated in white spots, not too far from the border. Still, he wasn't encroaching on their territory, so there was no need for being aggressive. 

The girl crossed the border and offered the large, splashed white wolf. What an interesting pattern. "Figured I'd be the only one out in this heat today," she offered with a wag of her tail, trying for friendliness.