Bearclaw Valley Barefoot, Blue Jeans

rhythm could just tell this wolf didn't trust her. Everything about him screamed it. His voice. His gaze. He had been hurt pretty bad. The wounds were healing though. "I'm Rhythm, and you?" She knew this conversation was going to be farely brief for she dare not push it with this male.

Rhythm took a deep breathe and then lay down. Finally getting used to the area. She knew most of her way around now. She just had to get familiar with those wolves that would let her.