Hope Anchors the Soul (IC Joining)

The stranger was perceptive enough to discern Tuwawi's capricious mood and provided clear answers with a direct tone. Among all the unease and turbulence in the ember's life, the normalcy of another's respect and attention, even if feigned, felt good. She approached the female with an outstretched maw to whiff at the air surrounding the guest and gain some insight into her travels. Dusty air. Leafless trees. A fruitless past, surely.

Discerning eyes swept over the woman's figure without apology, taking in her potential. She was nicely formed, if not a bit underfed and winter-worn. Dappled shades of grey and brown agouti contrasted with the stark white of her underbelly, pelt well maintained despite the harsh season. The female appeared to be entering her prime and was without a trace of immaturity, something Tuwawi preferred. Duskfire couldn't spare the room for a weaker bodied wolf... and Maera needed the influence of other strong, capable women.

Tuwawi gave a snort of curt approval before continuing her questions. "Perhaps there is. What is your name and where are you travelling from?" she asked. Though the female's scent wasn't familiar, it didn't mean she wasn't affiliated with a group already in the Teekon wilds.