Swiftcurrent Creek La Bayadere

Perhaps there was something to Cygnet's imagination. Perhaps she had some power to will excitement into existence or write enemies into the story of her life. Perhaps it was the will of some other being — one with thumbs, and magics that were yet out of a young wolf's reach.

Whatever the case, someone appeared, coming slowly, cautiously toward borders that had been marked well enough for her to find them. Her coat, the color of slushed snow, stood out from her surroundings only as she drew near — but the scent of a stranger was unmistakable.

Inanna, seeing Cygnet, gave a low chuff in greeting, shrinking herself appeasingly and sweeping her tail at her hocks.

"Hi," she called, still quiet. Still wary of attracting more wolves to her location.  She wanted to see what sort of pack this was before she gained their full attention.