Swiftcurrent Creek Dirty water, poison rain

It didn't take too long for a wolf to approach: a man who was also swathed in monochrome, except light touched his face instead of darkness. He held his tail high and stepped with resolution, indicating he was someone worth talking to. Dianne kept her own posture neutral and relaxed, though she was collected in a way that made her own confidence clear.

To his question, she answered, Greetings. I was interested in joining your pack, though I'd like to know more about it first. There was nothing but even coolness in her tone like the frigid water of a still pond.