Heron Lake Plateau boo! bitch!

You're not Tegan, a voice in Bat's head whispered when an unfamiliar she-wolf appeared, her pelt a fetching shade of gold. The juvenile's eyes tracked her movements, noting the understated pride in her stature, and bent her head accordingly. As she did so, she caught sight of the gunk coating her forelegs, marring the paler bands there. She did a quick once-over and wondered if she should feel embarrassed about her filthy state. Just in case, she peeked upward and shot the woman a sheepish smile.

She didn't comment on the youth's condition, nor bother with introductions, instead asking for news. Bat's giant ears twitched faintly and she shook her head. "Tegan sent me north with X but we didn't find her. X headed further up the coast." She was almost certain he'd told her where he was going before they'd parted ways but there was definitely a language barrier (which was very strange, considering her recent exchange with that gull lookalike). "Is Tegan back yet?" she couldn't help but ask.