Bramblepoint a bruise is a lesson... and each lesson makes us better

From the wood came a voice. The dappled she-wolf turned to settle her gaze on a handsome figure in the brush. His coat was unlike any she had ever seen before, and for a moment she felt rather shocked by his presence. Some had spoken of ancient spirits that dwelled in the world's oldest reaches. One traveler she had met had claimed he could see beasts beneath the ocean's surface. When she had embarked the day after, her head had been filled with images of sea creatures of wildly varying size and fright. 

How could I pass up on an opportunity like that?

The smile that struck her features was quick, warm. She flagged her tail softly behind her, hoping to show that she was nothing to be cautious of, not unless he was looking for a rumble. It had been several days since she had last stopped to hunt. It was likely that the only thing that would be rumbling would be the depths of her empty gut. 

The brambles are a bit thick but there was a clearing not too far that way, she gestured with a motion of her muzzle. When Jupiter grinned again, her expression stretched and her eyes shone brightly on him.