Silver Moraine Wearing a Warning Sign

The gravel hurts her paws. It's irritating, putting her in a foul mood. She wished she hadn't eaten her last consort. Not really having anyone to talk to was driving her mad. 

As her eyes scan the terrain in front of her she spots a figure, a male, a toy. "Well hello there." She purrs, a too-wide smile on her features as she closes the distance between them. 
"I haven't seen another wolf for days. So imagine my relief to stumble across you."