Jade Fern Grove bleeding moonlight

the approach of another wolf draws her from her tumultuous thoughts, and she glances up in time to watch the girl stop. her head tilts as she takes in the sight of the younger wolf and her pelt of dark and sandy tones, a bit puzzled by the youth's silence. she assumes the girl is shy, or perhaps startled, and opts to lower her posture slightly as she takes a tentative step forward. hello, she offers, glancing around. the girl smells of pack, and though she seems old enough to be on her own, ashari is wary of lurking packmates. she doesn't like feeling disadvantaged. who are you? she decides to ask after a moment, ears perked and swiveling slightly to listen for any others.