Hushed Willows A Lone World

Zaza perked to the presence of a newcomer. So deep in thought that their arrival went unnoticed. 

Her grey eyes traveled down the wolf's lean frame, noting all the scars that marked into a fur color she'd never seen. A beautiful shade of silver as if the moon itself had coated her body with its own light.
Hopefully they had not stumbled upon her searching for more. Not that Zaza could inflict such wounds if she wanted to.

"Hi." She simply said after the hesitant stare down. Voice sweet and soft. Her tail flicking into a wag. She'd come to her own conclusion that this one was friendly. As anyone could've easily taken advantage of her lack of awareness seconds ago.