Whitefish River I'm So Fancy

She was soon shaken out of her depressing thoughts of the light chuff on another wolf. Her storm hued gaze was pulled up from the frozen ground and fell on the wolf. He was short, light in frame, but still managed to be bigger then her and he had a beautiful pelt, full of colors and seeming like a puzzle of sorts. She stopped her forward movement and faced the stranger, not really in the mood to tell him off for being so close to a pack to be's territory. She gave him a light smile and wagged her tail softly in a gentle hello.

She met his warm brown eyes and wondered what his story was. Had he been here for long? He didn't carry the scent of any packs she knew of so she assumed he was a loner, maybe even new to the teekon wilds all together. "Hello." she greeted, her posture neutral, if not leaning more towards friendly.