Starglow Basin Rojo

Saguaro was not one to linger in the shadows. She liked to intrude upon others' peace, to sniff out secrets before they could be used against her. But this was new territory, new land. She knew not which wolves were in charge. And she was always careful to save her showmanship for those who were.

But she was close enough that this wolf would likely pick up her unfamiliar scent, even if he couldn't see her. She wondered if he had a sense of showmanship about him too. Regardless, she was hungry. The plant he gnawed on was unfamiliar to her, and she wished to know if she'd survive eating it. Either he knew what he was doing, or he was dumb enough to prove an example.

"Peyote?" she responded, with a lilting note. "Tell me you're not eating that." Her muzzle in the air, she emerged from darkness to face the other wolf.