Northstar Vale An Ugly Heart Makes For a Pretty Face

A voice sounded out, and she stopped. She could not see the other, yet she was sure they must be part of the markings source. Tail flicking, her eyes narrowed.

She spotted the soot coloured wolf some distance away.

"Is it a pack that's here? Or are you on your own?" The question was straightforward. She saw no reason to step around it.

If the wolf was alone, she would chase him away. If it was a pack it may be easier to wriggle her way in; their scent was not strong enough to suggest a large group. They were likely not in a position to reject her.