Sun Mote Copse Stamp on the ground.

She looked to her left (south), then to her right (north), pondering which way to head first. Before Towhee arrived at a decision, she spotted movement about a hundred yards outside the borders, due west. She squinted at the figure of a she-wolf, broad of shoulder but otherwise slim. The colors in her pelt made Towhee think of strata.

The stranger approached the borders directly. Towhee pulled up her own shoulders, head erect and tail slowly rising over her back. Her orange eyes followed the woman’s every movement as she came closer. Her expression looked a little strained.

Can I help you? Towhee questioned once the other wolf was within earshot.