Fairspell Meadow A miserable hunt

Atka's eyes flitted to the corner of her sight, her head turning as she'd seen the wolf. She extended her neck forward, trying to catch a scent from the wolf. He did not smell like any of the others she'd met. She tried to catch Latte's eyes before taking a few steps forward, hopefully reassuring the dog they'd be alright. Atka did not want to be confrontational to the wolf, but she still placed herself in front of Latte, unknowing of this wolf's intentions. Nontheless, she offered a small wag of her tail, perhaps he was friendly as well.

❝Hello,❞ She said, hopefully loud enough for him to hear while her head tilted slightly.

She looked the stoic wolf up and down, his size was comparable to the beasts of The Heartwood. Atka hoped they had not strayed onto any claimed territory, prepared to spill apologies if he confirmed her fear. However, as threatening as this wolf could look, his nature did not seem malicious.