It is cold, and it is blissful. Paw steps are silent and experienced as they weave their way through unknown lands. The beholder does not know the place, but instinct has led her here. It is the broad shore of a large, inland lake. Unlike the land she had traveled to get here, which was covered in snow, this place is no white wonderland. It is sand, and it is water. And there are others, here. There are wolves. It had been a long time since Rhae had had any sort of interaction with others, and so she finds her trail made for her- leading her to these others. But instead of joining the several already gathered in the center of what seems to be already a small but rapidly growing party- she veers off, ever silent and watchful, to the sidelines. And there, she finds a young, beautiful golden silver wolf.
But there is something different about this young wolf. She sneers at the others, and her body language speaks of violence and loathing. Curiosity has her attention drawn to the stranger, and Rhae finds herself approaching with no hesitation. "Now, what could possibly have you in such a foul mood, stranger?" She knew she was liable to get her head bitten off for the simple approach, let alone speech- but Rhae was well versed in the ways of the world, and knew she could handle her own. Though she would never marr that beautiful pelt of the strangers if it even came down to it. Defense without violence was key.
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