Bramblepoint I kick that ceiling, what you gonna say?

She was, at first glance, a wolf. The white furred female looked young, and for a moment Minna took her slim, pointed features as a result of the famine. But after a moment her coyote blood was made apparent to the marbled femme, who didn't really care. Others may think less of coywolves, but Minna saw no reason not to. Especially not this one, who approached in such a polite manner.

She offered a chuff to the girl by way of greeting, and nodded. "I'd love some. I'm trying to explore the territories further south for my pack, to see if anything escaped the locust's reach. Obviously, not." she rambled. Realizing her mistake, she quickly added "I'm Minna. You?"