Gyrfalcon's Keep When Facing the Wind got Wicked

hope you don't mind me!

Birds were often the source of a good meal. She knew they had a kinship with wolves for a long time. If a bird was nearby, or several, she typically knew there was prey fallen. Coming closer to where the avians squawked and took to the air, a dark cloud in their own right, she found another wolf. Wren tilted her head slightly as she approached.

"Hey there" the brunette said, wondering if... no. No, he wasn't part of Kingslend. He may be a brown wolf like herself, but he did not carry the pack scent. Still, she cracked a smile. "I guess you were following the deer too?" and got distracted by this sight. Wren approached cautiously, coming up behind him but keeping her distance. She appeared friendly enough to the man.

But no telling if shit goes down.