Hoshor Plains I have no time for confession

Lost in her own thoughts, it was a bark that alerted her to the presence of a stranger. It was in her nature to be on guard, taking a short moment to find the scent of the other. A pack wolf it seemed, but not one she was familiar with; unsurprising considering she rarely left the mountains.

Have you come from far? It seems an appropriate response to the greeting in Pala's mind, though she is not confident. She has never been particularly socially gifted, though she tries at times. Montagne wants their wolves to appear friendly, unthreatening outside of combat. It has been difficult to rewire herself from a warrior to a diplomat.

After a moment of hesitation she returns the approach, stopping at a respectful distance. This girl seems friendly enough, but just in case. It is not wise for her to risk a fight while she has something to lose.