The Tangle sexy fashion cactus

There’s no direct threat from the stranger but she does not ease up ye. She mimics the wag of the tail, keeping hers flowing easily behind her. “No, I haven’t seen any rabbits,” she says, glancing off into the tangle. To be fair, she doesn’t really know—she hasn’t been paying that much attention—but there’d been nothing obvious at least. But she does know for certain she hasn’t seen another wolf, considering she’s searching for one herself. “And no, I haven’t seen anyone either. I’m Furi,” she adds on and twists her lips, debating.
 
“I um, I’m looking for someone too. I just didn’t want to go in there,” she says, gesturing with her nose to the depths of the tangle. By the looks of it, he had just of a rough time as she once had. “He’s white with sandy legs,” she explains, ears twitching upon her head as she decides to close the distance a little.