Rising Sun Valley rêves de paysages sans fin

It didn't take much for Phoebe to realize that in that approach how swiftly she was being assessed. Looked over like a prize or a piece of meat, maybe even equalized to one or the other. It had taken a bit of trial and error to realize just when such a thing was happening, but she felt she knew enough to realize just when it was.

And such a thing was confirmed at the first drop of words—she balked at them for an instant. She had never thought of herself as a long term wanderer, but maybe that was very fair to say. The winter hadn't been the kindest of seasons to her, but she had managed through. Somehow.

"I guess it's something like that," she answered, ears flattening back out of reflex. "Who are you?" Definitely not the long term wanderer like her. Stronger, sharp-eyed; this was a wolf who knew what they were doing far more so than she.