Whitewater Gorge Come to me after peace restores

"Is so?" Zola chuckles, not a vain creature but appreciating the compliment all the same. The snow was bothersome to her hunting ability. She smiled slightly at the pale coated woman as they each took point. The other took her suggestion and tracked ahead.

There was no time to talk; even if they wanted to. Zola was curious about the other woman, but she was largely always curious about women. Being frank, she found the other being quite attractive. Though there was the larger potential that it would not be returned - and Zola did not focus on that.

Romance was not something she ever thought possible in the Teekons. She was a stranger, a strange looking wolf compared to some others as well. If 'love' was ever in the gods' plan, she knew it would fall more delicately than two strangers meeting. No, this was a fleeting attraction. Nothing more.

Dipping her head to breath in the deer's blood scent, she followed the other woman.