Blackfoot Forest Aislingean

She blinks, perplexed at her own words. It was an insane way to initiate conversation with a stranger. But somehow it managed to work and she’d even landed a meal, so she makes a mental note to store that away for future use.

“Then I shall try to be the good kind,” she pledges with a grin and joins him in the shade, endeavoring to be a polite guest and not slabber over his kill- though little seemed to sate her appetite these days, and there was even less she could keep down. She hoped it wouldn’t be the case here.

He must be a new recruit, or a lone wolf. She’s never seen him before and he lacks a scent from the valley’s packs. “I’m Tauris,” she introduces with a tip of her muzzle. “You are new around here?”