Wapun Meadow Tear It Out Neatly, You Savage

The lissome wolf strode through the fog, an unusual phenomenon since she had arrived at the Creek, but predicted as there had been a fair amount of rain lately. It was nice to lurk around home again, though, instead of constantly being on the go. Hell, she'd rather be home in the rainy weather than away.

Falwasi stopped for a moment as she caught scent of a wolf nearby, hunting. She could tell the male was hunting for there were multiple other smells belonging near him. Rabbits. Lots of them, she had deciphered with a twitch of her wet nose. Perhaps the stranger could use some help to fill the caches.

As Falwasi moved through the thick sheet of translucence, she squinted her amber eyes as a figure began to form before her, becoming more and more distinct as she grew nearer. Eventually, it turned out to be the wolf, its cinnamon-shot pelt not exactly sticking out against the fog, yet not exactly blending in with the background.

The mountain wolf looked over the male, spotting ice blue eyes. The contrast of the tawny pelt and blue eyes... "You must be one of Scimitar's lucky brothers," she said, the corner of her mouth barely tilting up. "Falwasi," the girl introduced, dipping her head towards the wolf.