Jade Fern Grove No, I’m not a go-getter

There was a stranger here.

Of course there was a stranger here. You couldn’t roll over without slapping your tail into some roving pilgrim’s face. Even here, apparently, in the unclaimed lands. She was agitated enough to believe it could have even been the spirits above who forbade her any scrap of privacy.

But also agitated enough not to flee from said pilgrim, this one presenting as dark as midnight sky and thoughtfully neutral in his stance. A show of goodwill.

She blinks, roused in-part from troubled thoughts. Maybe a neutral party was just what she needed, at the risk of making a fool of herself. But she’d been established as a fool so long ago, and it's not like she was going to see this rogue wolf again, surely.

“You there- unsuspecting stranger,” She deems him. He looks…wordly. Of sound mind, too. "You don’t happen to be a therapist, do you?”