The Heartwood I'm so used to sharing

Atka had not strayed far, but she spent her time trying to familiarize herself with the area. She hadn't spent that much time away from Dreven's side, but as the day had slowly progressed she found herself seeking him out again. However, when she had finally began to follow his near scent, he was not alone. Atka didn't mind this, she figured she'd have to meet these others eventually.

She was sure they knew of her approach, the disturbance of the ashy, gray foliage as she walked was loud enough. Her eyes flitted between the two as she approached, the small brown wolf caught her eye. She was a pretty wolf, but definitely seemed sharp, aware.

❝Greetings.❞ Atka spoke out, she wasn't a formal wolf, but didn't know how these wolves spoke among each other.