Hoshor Plains the wind shifts

Soleil had been around, keeping to herself as of lately, and especially avoiding a particular forest. She'd never go back to Blackfeather Woods again, her tail felt a bit pained when she thought of the experience there. Minor wounds had occured, but so minor they healed fast and left no scaring, but a physiological effect remained. Even she knew it, but struggled to get over the fear.

So, the lavender wolf took baby steps, venturing out- which happened to catch sight of the silver wolf of unknown. They smelled not of packmates, but of loner, and thus Soleil strode over with a smile, "Hello, I'm Soleil Kinaiver, how may I help you?" She greeted the 'customer,' hoping it was a non-hostile entity, and perhaps a curious traveller. It'd be nice for them to be a joiner too![/narrow]