There are many activities in life that can ease the tension that one harbors deep within their soul along with their tissue. Some preferred a game of the mind and some preferred a game of the body. Veilia was a creature of both; she liked complexties and riddles but she also liked a good hard exercise, stretching her body to the very brink of endurance just to feel the muscles pull and her veins burn. She missed her sister in these moments for Natu had been of the same ilk, enjoying the press and play of her body on long runs and although she is not as swift as Natu was she could hold her own against most other wolves. Well rounded, that was the word she often used about herself. Traveling had given her many experiences as well as knowledge of places so vastly different that it was almost amazing to think how easy some had it compared to others.

Veilia knew that she might come across other wolves outside of the safety of Spirane yet that did not bother her. Safety was not a thing that she was seeking; she had traveled a very long time, immersed herself in many different cultures, if she couldn't take care of herself then she was in for a world of hurt. She often thought of herself as very perceptive, being able to pick up the nuances in other wolves that some might overlook. It was that perception that often made her wary of strangers because many loners were... well, they were not the usual type of wolf to be sure.

The bulky figure of Maverick cannot be missed as she shakes off the weight of water, vibrant eyes standing out in stark relief against her bright fur as they meet his own. He does not move with the gait of one intending harm, merely a self-assured confidence in one who is large enough that most others won't be a bother to him. The way his lips quirk up has her own pulling up at the edges, meeting smile for smile in that assessing manner. Did he come to steal her share of the food? He was a large opponent and well, Veilia understood her order in things. Yet she wouldn't let some strange wolf take it without fighting back; she was quick and smart and when need be, vicious.

That half smile turns into a full grown smirk at his words, her own hearty chuckle mingling with his. "Indeed they are not, much to their displeasure I am sure," she replies smoothly. "Ah a keen hunter are you then? I would offer to assist in your endeavor but it would be pointless as I have already secured me a rather large meal." Those keen eyes sharpen now with mischief as they slide past his face and down his body in a brazen appraisal. "But perhaps I can give you the satisfaction you seek, stranger. How about a spar? If you should teach me something that I don't already know then I will share my meal with you. What do you say, a challenge worth accepting? I promise I won't bite hard," she jests in a haughty manner, jokingly of course with a wicked look in her eye and gleaming grin. What would this stranger do? It was probably not wise to challenge some stranger but she can't help herself.