Silverlight Terrace You are you and i'm me

Darcy had returned to the Teekon Wilds, after leaving almost immediately the last time. There had been no rhyme or reason for her leaving, and none for her return. She'd been wandering the place for days now, ranging across mountains and valleys, and mostly avoiding anywhere that smelled like pack territory--who wanted to deal with angry, territorial wolves?

But just one wolf seemed like it might be okay. And in a place as beautiful as this, with its green rolling hills, what could possibly go wrong? With an easy gait, Darcy approached the dark wolf, yet still kept a bit of distance just in case this guy was racist. "Hey," she said, sweeping her tail in casual friendliness.