King Elk Forest Storm

Lapping at the water, her hackles were bristly and on edge. It was a hassle trying to make them fall, but she tried to now. It was just her. She needed water, and drank from its cold resource. Enough to wind down some of the striking in her chest. A slow creep caught itself up in her ears, and the woman turned to watch through each pass of water.

A beautiful woman in white with a cinnamon jacket.

What is the matter, pretty girl?

Though she expected her to speak, she still did not feel like she had been given enough time to accept it. Ragged breathing, trying to calm. "Hi." Bringing her ears down, her wrist lifted to her chest. "I'm- I'm okay. Do you," her paw fell down, gently. Maybe she could help her? "Do you know where I happen to be?"