Hushed Willows Grass Blows in the Wind and Willows Weep

Reverie was spending more of her time along the borders, still disturbed by her encounter with the first trespasser she'd ever had to deal with. This time the unfamiliar scent she caught was not deep within their territory but just beyond it; decidedly at the outskirts. That settled her some.

But she was still wary, more than anything, as she went to greet whoever was passing so close to their claim. Hello, Reverie called out as she neared the stranger. The wolf was dark-furred, threaded through with silver; no one familiar. Maybe it was another wolf of Epoch? She didn't want to be unfriendly. Her tail took up a gentle sway, and for now she didn't question the woman, only looked at her with a curious tilt of her head.