Blacktail Deer Plateau It's Britney, bitch.

I think that a while ago we spoke about having a thread-date, didn't we? I will keep vague, how the thread with Ibis goes.

Blacktail deer plateau was a large place for two small group of wolves to live in the same premises and not cross each other's paths. Truth to be told, Wraen's group had a tendency to wander far and wide during the day, this place was only to gather and check up on each other time from time. So, no wonder it was a little bit curious to the grayscale she-wolf, when during one of her solitary walks through the woods, she heard a child talking. 

Quietly Wraen drew nearer to the source, stopping here and there to test the air and sense the presence of other wolves, before either she or them caught sight of each other. There was a faint whiff of there being more than one, but the child aside, no one was in the immediate vicinity. Which was good for now, but meant that she had to watch her back constantly, in case an enraged mom or dad charged through the bushes and attacked his, in order to protect their brood that had wandered off. 

She met a girl - no longer a wee kid, but halfway to her adolescence. Her agouti coat mixed well with the color of earth and fallen leaves and only the bright shine of her eyes, gave her camouflage away. "Good afternoon, young one!" Wraen greeted the young wolf calmly, coming out in plain sight, but keeping a safe distance.