New day, new sun

Exploration was the key to survival, or at least that was how it went in the dark wolf's mind. Each time she would leave, and when she came back there would be something new. This time, however, she hadn't left. She'd been there the entire time, waiting out her time before she deemed a day worthy for her to travel away in. Her legs never carried her overly far, as she liked being able to get back to the Glacier when needed, but the distances were still decent enough that she liked making sure the conditions were good for them. This time around, though, she wasn't sure when she would be able to depart again. Scarlett, someone she could call an acquaintance (maybe even a friend on a good day), had been kicked from the pack, and the dark woman didn't want to risk running into her. Sen had not stuck up for her, or backed her up in any way. She'd just stood there and watched as the scene played out, and didn't even go looking after her once she'd departed. A small part of her felt bad for doing so, but she was quick to shove those emotions away, pushing them deeper and deeper into her mind. They weren't important at the moment. What was important, was learning what she could about the rest of her fellow pack members. She knew little to nothing about majority of them, and felt the need to change that.

When an unfamiliar, yet also somewhat familiar, scent reached her nose, the obsidian woman carried herself at a steady trot in it's direction. It held the familiar scent that all Glacier wolves held, telling her it was, in fact, a member of her pack. Who it was, however, was another story. She didn't recognize the personal scent of the other, nor did she recognize her appearance once she'd come across the others form. Sen approached her with her head held high, a rarity for the darkened lupine, and gave a low chuff to make her presence known. "I don't think we've met before," she started, eyeing the other girl before settling herself a short distance away. Her coloring reminded her a bit of a red fox, but she would never say that aloud. Such words would be similar to a compliment, given the fact that Sen held a fondness for the tricky vulpines. "Name's Sen. What do you go by, ginger?"