Fox's Glade Won't you come and change me?

❝   A black she-wolf with purple eyes. Silent type; literally. Most likely a part of a pack—maybe one of the High Ranks by the way she acted. She attacked me because I didn’t roll over to her bratty pup when they were growling over a WHOLE meadow full of food.   ❞ Did she instigate it? Probably. But she wasn’t about to bend the knee to a greedy little brat of a pup, she could only imagine what they’d be like as a yearling. ❝   Heed this. If you see her, don’t give her the time of day—turn around and walk away.   ❞

She didn’t know how good of a fighter the she-wolf was, but obviously, she was either overconfident or mad enough to attack one as big as her. Wolves like that don’t last long in the Wilds; attack the wrong wolf and you’ll most likely make enemies with a wolf you don’t want as an enemy. 
 
With that out of the way, she greeted back with a gentle tag wag, ❝   Name’s Aliana.   ❞ She turned around then glanced back at the snow-white male, ❝   The river’s back this way.   ❞ As they walked, assuming the male was following her back through the forested area, Aliana tried to spark up some idle conversation,  ❝   So, how long have you been out here on your own? If you don’t mind me asking.  ❞