Whitefish River hey lucid dreamer

Blessed day. Ygdris heaved a sigh as she slowly turned to face the source of the hesitant voice... and she was shocked to find not quite a wolf staring back at her. She looked the man over and cooked her head, her expression betraying her surprise. "Who blessed it? You? Or some hoity toity god-type?" she quipped, turning fully to face the stranger. 

Her two-toned gaze was sharp, and her tongue sharper. She wondered how the man would react to her, as he had seemed almost wary at first. She settled slowly to her haunches, wrapping her tail around her paws, and watched him in silence another moment. "You make a habit of approaching strange women?" she teased, arching a brow and changing her expression from a scowl to a slight smirk.