It was a chilly day in the Valley, much like the day before, and she was glad to have her coat and scarf around her neck for comfort. She had learned how to knit from the AniWayan male Hemming and had never stopped. She had a large stock of wool in the closet of her bedroom and had been trying to knit a little each day. Her scarves had slowly begun to get more intricate and interesting-looking as she mixed colors and patterns together to make her own style. Her first few pitiful attempts seemed as if they had been knitted ages ago compared to what she was now able to do. Her knitting books had taught her where Hemming had left off; she hadn't seen the silver and brown furred male for a long time, now, though she had gone down to AniWaya plenty of times. His scent was no longer mingled in with the others there, and she felt almost certain that he had gone from the territory.
A voice sounding off to the side of her made her stop in her tracks, craning her head to the side to have a look at whoever was there. Her tail wagged slightly as she recognized a wolf she had met during her more rebellious teenage years, Ty. She was glad to see that he had returned to the pack, as she had a few months prior. "Ty. Didn't think I'd see your mug around these lands again when I heard you'd taken off to who-knows-where. How have you been?" She remembered him, of course, with his oddly colored eyes. His were even more unique than her own, something that had made her warm to him; she often felt out of place with her bi-colored gaze, but he had the same sort of peculiarity as she and she felt comfortable around him. She kept her axe where it was, her posture relaxed, tail sweeping back and forth slowly behind her.