Overture Downs I can hold my own hand

Arlette had considered her options. Perhaps she was a little of an overthinker. Luckily for her there was someone that pulled her from her thoughts. The pale female turned to the voice. He was first met with the unscarred part of her face, to then have the scarred side face him too. Her red eyes took in the male. He was a large athletic male, agouti in coloring, though his tail. It looked like it was hanging at a different angle, and like her sported some scars too.

The male seemed friendly the way the tail was wagging. It reassured her. Not that she lived in fear. The female offered him a friendly smile. "Hello," she returned and moved closer, her tail gently going over her hocks. She didn't smell a clear pack indicator right away, so she assumed he was also traveling. "A fellow traveler I assume?" she asked.