Silverlight Terrace Inland

The wind shifted, and Nyamh caught the scent of another. Her tail lifted as she spotted him, and she gave a low woof of greeting. He did not carry the scent of the nearby pack, so she assumed he was a loner, like her. She did not approach him, but merely stood, orange gaze trained on him. "What're ye starin' for?" she grunted, frowning.