Bramblepoint amble here, amble there

Somebody was making noise. An awful lot of it. They weren't trying to hide it, either. It was uneven, stilted, and somewhat... odd. It took Kaertok some time before he recognized her as a wolf, and that was only when he spotted her dark form against the white of the snow that layered the ground and everything else around them.

Briefly, he tried to remember the descriptions of the wolves he was looking for. She wasn't Raleska; that one he knew by heart. Couldn't be Sugar Glider, since her nose was black. He doubted it was Isi, due to her apparent age. Still, she might have answers.

Hello, he greeted, ears up and alert, but in no way aggressive.