Tuktu Weir south

He sees a charcoal figure ahead; tips of inky black set her apart from others. She is smaller than him, but not by so much that he feels he is towering over her. Curiosity urges him forward, and the wolf reaches his neck out to take in her scent. She smells of others, perhaps one of the groups he recently passed.

He waits, curious if she will return his friendly demeanor.