Lost Creek Hollow it's the only way for me

A call sounded out, pulling her interest. Who was this stranger? Who were they to speak to her?

She spotted a man, one with quite the interesting coat. A pretty boy, she decided. Larger than she, a figure that suggested athleticism. Yes, he had pulled her interest - and now he held it.

Her own tail lifting, curling into a stance of pure confidence, she approached without hesitation. Who are you, uʻi? Her tail waves as she awaits an answer.

She has not spoken to wolves outside of Reverie's troupe in some time - this will be a treat, she decides.