Sequoia Coast sipping from a straw

An ebony figure approached her, and as it neared, it made out the shape of a wolf. Falwasi did not move from her position, snow starting to settle around her. He was part of the pack further ahead. She had gained unwanted attention. Well, she kind of asked for it. Most pack wolves that sniffed out a neighbouring pack member or loner would be interested enough to check it out for themselves.

Falwasi lifted her muzzle a little higher. The snow tickled, but she didn't let it show. "What pack lies ahead?," she asked, monotone. It would be nice to know the name, even if she was certain a pack resided perhaps on the sands. Somehow just the knowledge of knowing where it was wasn't enough. I wasn't... complete.

The tawny woman could just make out the eyes that were obscured by the wolf's thick black coat. They were green, very green. Falwasi stood still as she waited for the stranger to answer, her damp fur causing her skin to ignore the heat produced by her body.