Wapun Meadow Improvise

Don't mind Turq, she's just moody...

The more she paced, the more agitated Turquoise became. Why couldn't she just make a decision already? Her irritation was directed inwardly and she blamed no one but herself—and Rivet, of course. She cursed them both and the stupid argument that had landed her in this position. How dismaying that something as simple as a petty fight could not only end their relationship but change the course of Turq's entire life.

She muttered under her breath, totally unaware of the approaching wolf until she spoke. Startled, Turq's head whipped upward and her large body stiffened, the ridge of blackened fur rising along her backbone. Her turquoise eyes clapped upon the pretty stranger. Though she didn't actively think about it, she was glad to run into another woman. She offered her a tight-lipped smile, one that didn't touch her eyes in the least.

"Not really," she said quietly. More loudly, she added, "Morning." She absently crooked a leg, which bore a stocking up to the inverted elbow joint, and scuffed at the ground. "What is this place?" she asked, not sure what else to say. By this place, she meant the meadow, which was quite evidently claimed by wolves.