Golden Glade In my mind

oooooh why not!?

As luck would have it, the younger would be running into Vela today instead.  Maia was doing the usual hunting run, but she'd gotten a hankering for something not-ocean, and that meant coming inland.  By the time she'd realized she was near pack lands, she'd ended up having to skirt the Redhawk border entirely, and now it was getting a bit later than she'd meant to stay off.  Oops!

On the off chance of catching something last minute, Maia strolled somewhat carelessly through the wood, not being particularly stealthy in hopes of flushing something out.  And, as she was often guilty of doing, she started to drift in attention.  What was that one boy doing right now, d'you think? The one who showed her his place, on the coast.  What was it about the coast that grew boys so pretty and so quietly adorable?

She was silently grinning to herself on that thought when she spotted Vela and froze.  Oh, uh oh.  Uh, hi! She called, hoping to start things off friendly, especially if this wolf was from that pack nearby and would have issues with her being here.