Ankyra Sound adorn me in feathers from dead birds

Wynter glanced over at this silver coloured wolf. She wasn't sure what she was searching for nosing through the sand like that. Perhaps treasures. Hidden beneath the sands surface. "I never got your name?" she said tilting her head slightly. This wolf hadn't made eye contact with her. Perhaps she is shy. She shall not ask many questions just those she felt were important. Like the one about her name. She felt it important to know each wolf by name.

~Wynter~