but it's gonna be okay, i met more honest men inside

between judicious laps of her careful tongue she heard the approach of another -- a pale-washed wolf with a darker muzzle. starling focused her mossgreen gaze upon the female while finishing up the final touches of her grooming session. it was improper for a lady to appear unkempt, she reminded herself.

the wolf was bearing some sort of branch within her muzzle - a branch laden with berries starling had learned in her youth to be called 'juniper'. they served many purposes, though starling had not committed to memory quite what they are. "oh hey!" she chirped brightly, expecting the female to place down her wares and chat a while.