Hideaway Strath Something came from Nothing

Whrist paused in her action and looked up, there was someone approaching, not wanting to be at a disadvantage again as she was in her rocky meeting with Nyra. She stopped drinking and stood up to face the female.

She did not know this wolf but she was… if not anything else., pack, by the scent of her. Actually as she scented the air more thoroughly she found this one smelled of the grandmaster almost as much she herself did. She kept her lips closed though it was hard not to be jealous and bare them instead she pressed her teeth together.

Something seemed off about this female though, she wished she would have had taken the time have a conversation with any of the other pack members, even Nyra just to get to know whom to be wary of, This one was a prime example why talking was probably a good idea, sometimes…

The black female nodded, but did not submit in her body language in the slightest, and she refused to step back, she wasn’t going to give up her space, not to this wolf. She watched the odd eyed wolf carefully but did not offer any words, the other’s intentions were not yet clear and words just were not necessary yet.