It had been a while since she had relapsed into old habits and she was feeling… rather dull. Perhaps the only time she was truly herself was when her mind was on a vacation; she didn’t really know. But she did know that the vast wilderness would always be interesting and ever-changing. At all times there were newcomers finding their way into Moladion; new minds, new ideologies, new stories to hear. Even when she felt like nothing but a shell she could fill herself with the lives and fantasies of others.

It was on one of her treks outside of Taviora that the wild girl heard a summoning from within the western corner of the woodland. A dangerous thing for someone to do if they were truly alone. Curiously, she redirected herself to follow where the howl had come from and chose not to respond to the male. This time, she would prefer to keep her arrival silent so that she may watch who it is that calls so boldly in the big, bright forest.

Her owl yellow eyes drank in the crispness of such a sunny day as her paws danced with adeptly atop the forest floor en route to the stranger. It as a pleasant enough trip to the foreigner but over quicker than she would have preferred. With ears looking ever alert atop her head, she slunk through the trees and bushes silently to spy on the male before announcing herself. He was quite natural in appearance, more so than other wolves who lived here, and was similar enough to herself. Feronia was far more of a darker red-brown than the earthly tones he carried… but similar nonetheless.

Without further hesitation, and sure that he was not dangerous by any means, the odd girl emerges from the dry foliage to his right. ”You called?” She spoke as if he had meant to summon her specifically, but truly she was interested in knowing why he deemed it necessary to ask for anyone to come.