Ouroboros Spine We're sailing

The first wolf whose path she crossed bore a pelt upon her shoulders, and she reveled to see yet another use of the pelts that the crafty wolves made. She tried to hide her apprehension, offering a timid but honest smile when the woman turned to greet her. Simbelmyne got the impression that she had perhaps distracted the woman from more important business. She pricked her tufted ears and tilted her head to the side as she registered the woman's voice, but turned them back sheepishly.

"No," she admitted. Sialuk had not sent her, she had come on her own. "I came to speak with other women, to meet the sister pack," She admitted, though her voice became quiet. "I do not wish to interrupt," She said, willing to be dismissed should the alpha have other duties to attend to.