Big Salmon Lake Goldwing Messenger

She'd never been pessimistic of spirit. Naive, perhaps, but Artemisia was one to see good until she had a reason not to. Strangers were possibilities, and she regarded the other wolf with a kind, almost diminutive stare. 

"Those too busy to notice the world around them are often preoccupied with something." Her eyes met the other wolf's, inquisitive bordering on nosy. "Are you?"