Broken Antler Fen Couldn't look you in the eye

"Oh."

It was a simple thing, the words involved. She stared openly as a wolf crawled into view, the pale greys a stark difference than her own. Wren had been exploring the surroundings of the wilderness when she came upon the cave entrance (or was it an exit?). Then this wolf appeared. She scrunched her face slightly, tilting her head to the side. Nope, never seen them before.

Which was... to be expected. The Teekons were huge and she was alone. For now, anyway, but she liked it like that. No responsibilities weighed her down. Nobody barked at her to patrol or hunt. From the smell of this other female, Wren would mark them as a vagabond too. No pack scent clung to their frame. Maybe that was a good thing too. She didn't need to explain why she was here or what she was doing.

Pack wolves always needed a reason. "Is this your den?" she would ask now "sorry - I'll leave."