Otter Creek Lost

There was a time you should listen to a stranger's advise and just trust them on their word. Scarlett mainly trusted his judgement because it seemed right. She wasn't sure of herself in general. It was something she needed to work on. The she-wolf was already unstable when she was on four paws let alone if she would climb the ridges in the dark. The nameless male had given her the confidence she needed to trust her own judgement. Her red eyes studied him curiously for a moment as her tail stopped wagging.

"Thank you for your great insights," she spoke politely, with a respectful nod of her head. The female looked around her once more with a lost expression. Scarlett would need a safe place to rest. She preferred an abandoned den but if it happened that she wouldn't find one she had to find a place that was mildly secured. "Although I do advise you to climb to a high peak once. The view is utterly amazing and a rare sight."

Scarlett was about to go her own path again when she turned back to the white male. His fur ghostly white like hers. "Thank you once more also for not eating me." That last part was a bit of a joke to keep it light, and a slight hint that she was intimidated by him. Another red eyed glance went over the wolf. "Any other tips to might find a, preferably warm, place to sleep for the night? Oh and I'd like to know your name! Please?"