Bramblepoint when the cold wind is a'calling

The male was the first to notice her, his voice a low drawl. She could sense the unspoken invitation, and though a small part of her cautioned against intruding, her heart often outweighed her reservations. Gwyn moved with unassuming grace, careful not to encroach too closely. Her presence was gentle, as if to assure them she posed no threat. She wouldn't be much of one anyways, she supposed.

Amber eyes flitted between the two wolves. She dipped her head gracefully, a warm, almost shy smile playing on her lips. "Good morning," she replied, as warm and gentle as the first light of dawn.  "I didn't mean to intrude. I was just… well, the forest has a way of pulling one along." 

Her gaze lingered on the darker, taking note of the wolf’s discomfort as she tended to her paw. "That looks a bit stubborn, doesn't it?" Gwyn remarked kindly, her own posture relaxed, hoping to put them at ease. "if you’d like, I know a trick or two for thorns. Sometimes, just a little tilt of the paw helps coax it out." she offered, inclining her head toward the woman’s paw. Her movements were slow, deliberate, an invitation for trust rather than an assumption of it. "May I?"