Phoenix Maplewood stoned at the nail salon

Her mind tried to wander, though Meerkat did her best to quiet her thoughts and focus on her surroundings. The air was so hot, she swore it scorched her lungs a little with every breath. It smelled faintly smoky, though she didn't know what to make of that particular odor. Many birds chirped in the treetops, which rustled a little in a light breeze. She wished she could feel it down here, though the air this close to the forest floor barely stirred.

She heard footsteps long before a figure materialized. Meerkat lifted onto all fours, only to take a seat again, facing the sound. She waited patiently to see who would approach. It turned out to be another wolf, a stranger, and he did not appear particularly pleased to find her here. The yearling's lips parted as he grumbled at her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize," Meerkat replied honestly. "Where is your pack located?" she wondered, having missed any signs of a pack while heading up here from the mountains. Hoping to diplomatically avoid a confrontation, she added, "I mean no harm. I'm just enjoying the scenery. I'm," she introduced herself, "uh, Suricate."