Deepwood Weald Beauty in the Fog

'I'm Latte' came through the mist and Paeon could hear the sound of staggering movement coming towards her. What emerged was a smaller wolf, similar in size to Paeon... a wolf? Something about Latte seemed off to Paeon but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Her smell was different and her features were more rounded... or were they more defined? Latte's question pulled these thoughts away as Paeon went to answer. "It's called The Fog. I thought it pretty appropriate given... the fog." she said humorously as she lifted her front paw and waved it in the fog. "And I'd say my mind is pretty intact." she added.

Standing there Latte appeared a bit lopsided as though she were not standing upright. Paeon looked in the direction of Latte's right side. "Are you doing alright?" she asked unable to see Latte's injury from this angle and the surrounding fog.