Redsand Canyon who let the dogs out

The soreness from her one on one spar with Germanicus was nearly gone. Malila was feeling a little more upbeat today. Enough so that she thought she would try her luck, again, in an area where she had no skill. Hunting. Her quarry this time was another rabbit, just like before in the woods. The petite female tried to get close, without spooking it. A very, very difficult thing to do, given how alert and flighty rabbits were.

It spotted her creeping closer, well before she was anywhere near enough to give chase. Only it wasn't her own presence that made the animal scurry away, hiding behind a sparse bush wedged in between some rocks. It was the voice of someone she hadn't even known was there, too preoccupied in trying to grab a snack.

She startled slightly, twisting to the side to lock a blue and yellow eye each onto the wrinkly, ruddy creature. Sweet Cream? She blinked innocently, confused by the name tag. "Uhmm me?" Given up on the chase, she sat down on the spot. "I guess it is okay so far. It's...an adjustment." Now it was her turn for the questions. Vaguely, she recalled seeing this one at the meeting a while ago. She didn't pay her much mind then...but now. "What kind of wolf are you anyways?" She squinted with deep curiosity. Malila was unaware if she was being rude. That wasn't her intent. A pure blooded dog, a Not Wolf, was not in her encyclopedia.