Broken Boulder Dandelions, Forest-Fern and Clover

Semira heard the fae before she saw her, bounding towards her through the slippery undergrowth. The wolf sounded like it had quite a bit of pent up energy in its walk, most likely young. The other woman let out a bright call, causing Mira to turn towards her. Sure enough, the fae was a vibrant, petite thing. 

Mira felt a suprised grin grow across her maw as the charcoal fae spoke in succession. She had not spoken to someone so unabashedly happy for a while. "Hello there," She chuckled. "Thank you." For some reason Mira felt more at ease. Perhaps it was due to the other woman's friendly nature. She had been a bit afraid that the others in the pack would be a bit dry. Of course, that had merely been her mind playing out the worst case senarios for her.

"What is your name?  If you don't mind me asking of course." She knew the fae would most likely tell her, but it was still the polite thing to say.