Breath in the Fresh Scent of Snow

Shalon was slightly skeptical, although she did dip her head in consideration, "I am sorry if I have judged you to harshly, I have learned never to underestimate another." She admired, a slight wince as she thought of the one unfortunate time she had underestimated an opponent. Shalon stay routed in her place as the wolfess appraised her.

What are you doing here patches?

Shalon tilted her head in confusion, as the noir coated woman came to a halt in front of her. Before looking along her own fur, turning her head to the right and then to the left, before a slight laugh left her maw. "Patches?" She chuckled, "I was trying to get aquainted with the place I now call ... home" Shalon hesitated slightly.

Her posture had relaxed now that she had conversed slightly with the other fem. Sitting back on her haunches, "And what brings you to the edge of the territory, Noir." She added her own nickname on the end, with a lopsided smile.