Blackfeather Woods Carrion, comfort me.

She returned the friendly gesture of the other, sniffing at her muzzle. The temptation to lick the unkempt fur flat was certainly present, but she wished to respond first. "I could smell blood and assumed a hunt, but I was wrong."

"My scavenging will have to be moved elsewhere." The idea of eating a coyote did not appeal to her. Her stomach was not demanding an immediate meal, she was not desperate.

Having spoken she now lapped at the fur surrounding her muzzle with a waving tail - potentially bothersome but a show of kind intentions nonetheless.

Admittedly, she was excited. It had been some time since she had interacted with another woman. Men were much less interesting.