Duck Lake her melodies

The other she-wolf's plush white ears lifted up the second she spoke her greeting, turning around to face her amiably, a hello slipping from her tongue, her crimson red eyes bright. They were very unusual, exquisite and were pretty much unseen when it came to Crëyr. As if she sensed the Welsh wolfess' eyes on the surrounding uncleaned blood on her muzzle, she excused herself politely for a moment before dipping herself into the lake to wash it off.

Northern wolves, she presumed. Shadow was one and so was his half-brother, Raziel. Vector perhaps. They seemed to be immune to the icy cold. Crëyr wasn't exactly a summer wolf, as she was probably somewhere in between, having not swum in cold water for some time but having been born in a place where surviving in brutal winters were skills taken very seriously.

The femme, pelted white, introduced herself, offering the grayscale girl her name and a question to see if she needed any help. Crëyr wasn't sure what kind of help she was referring to, but it was probably covered the entire area. Help, she needed right now to build Noctisardor's numbers up and strengthen it for the winter. Also, she needed meals. Plans to fill her pack's cache were on her mind, and she would be grateful for a companion while she hunted. Help and companionship.

"I'm Crëyr. Crëyr Awyrseren. Merry meet, Scarlett." She paused thoughtfully for a moment, a light smile drifting across her lips. "Thank you for asking, for I have came out to seek for possible members and prey for the oncoming winter. Do you hail from a pack, Scarlett? You seem to distinctly smell of one, though there is no telling which. I have yet to explore the whole of Teekon Wilds." The silver-graphite girl nodded. "Impressive duck catch, by the way."