Shadowwyn Moor Einn

Lost in her imagination as she was, it took a beat for the lupine scent to be registered. Inky nose wiggled, salmon tongue darted out to moisten it, and then her silvern eyes fluttered, stirred from the trance of fantasy. They settled upon the stranger. Black and tawny, like a burnt timber. The scent was feminine and her eyes could see plainly that it was a tall she-wolf.

Her gaze flicked to the waving tail and her tensing muscles softened a bit.

It seemed they both partial to wariness.

Unsure of the tongue the stranger spoke, Arnarkla offered her own neutral wave of her tail and let out a boofing chuff in greeting.