Moonspear hunger.

"Who are you?"

The voice, lifted in question, came to Tehama's attention moments before the speaker.  The tawny woman's ears swivelled towards the source of the words, shortly followed by her silver gaze.  A dark-pelted female, tall, and of an exotic appearance to the Mu.  Her life thus far had surrounded her with quite average-looking sorts; none she could recall with such a build and coloration.  

A bit taken aback by the stranger's appearance, but comforted by their shared scent of Moonspear and mutual contribution to the pack's bounty for the winter, Tehama spoke softly, a faint smile curving her lips.  "I am Tehama."  Remembering her place among the lower echelons of the pack's ranks, she demurred with a backward fleck of her ears, a lowering of the tail.  Her shorter stature left her already considerably smaller than her unnamed counterpart.

Though strict deference would demand averted eyes, Tehama found herself intrigued by the appearance of the other woman, and couldn't help but gaze upon her countenace longer than might be entirely appropriate.  Despite the cold, a faint warmth kindled within her.  "And you?" was her query.