Deepwood Weald casting a shadow

sorry for this shitty reply.

Grezig looked up at the sound and saw a cream-colored wolf ahead of her. Female. Slender muzzle with green eyes. She could be considered beautiful, if Grezig were into women. “Hail,” she called out, letting her tail wag behind her and her body relax to show that she was friendly. Grezig smelled no pack on the woman, so she assumed she was a loner. A potential recruit?

But the woman, it seemed, had other plans, and avoided her. Grezig shrugged. This sort of non-response had happened to her plenty of times and she was not affected by it. She turned a different direction and they both went their separate ways.

[Exit.]