OOC: Hey, I'm Rosalie. Nice to meet you!
The little silver female whirled around at the sound, baring her fangs in case it was one of the big scary males that roamed around this place. Seeing only a single female, she replied, "Hi. I'm Windsong, who might you be?" She struggled to get the sand out of her fur as she approached the female, who wasn't anywhere near being a pup anymore, yet still had a slightly playful appearance. "It's, uh, nice to meet you?" she said, attempting to voice a comment, but it came out as a question anyway. She knew she looked a mess, and that only her huge green eyes were untouched, but she was still determined to get to know the female and her intentions.
"So, um, are you from a pack?" she asked, not detecting the scent of any other wolves on her, yet suspicious of the stranger. "Or are you a loner? Oh, I'm being rude. Sorry." She certainly didn't want to offend the older female, as she could quickly and easily be overpowered and die a terrible death in the middle of nowhere. Deciding she'd said enough, she looked back up at the other wolf towering over her and waited.
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