The Pack of the Rising Sun

Within the grasslands, far in the vast green ocean of rolling hills and plains. There is a mostly dead field of yellow once greenery. Parts of it tint a more gray color. Like that of a corpse, only when wind blows through it seems to breathe. Bits of human nests are scattered about it. You may smell a familiar scent, one of wolves. A scent that belongs to a pack you may have never ran into before. It is reminiscent of stale grass, lavender and pronghorn blood. As well as the musky wolf smell any canine worth its teeth would be familiar with. Perhaps, you have passed by this location many times and not noticed it before. But, after realizing this you find eyes fall on you. Standing before you was an average sized wolf, everything about her was rather normal, save for her eyes. Which locked onto your own, in a manor that often times meant a fight was about to occur. 

Her pelt was a pale yellow, streaks of white and a deep honey color highlighted portions of it. She was stand as though she did not intend to fight though, her gaze remained unwavering. Instead, she sat a fox length away from you. Seeming relatively calm, licking her jowls before barking lowly. "Who are you?" Dark yellow eyes still fixated on you, searched around you as if studying your body language. Very intuitive individuals might even have noticed a pair of eyes staring from the grass. As well as her muscles tensing slightly as she waited for a reply.

(OOC: This is going to be an open forum to interact with my wolf pack!  All wolvden rules apply! Feel free to initiate how you please. :) I'll be sure to respond when I can. Just keep it pretty realistic and all should bode well.)

(Ooohhh... I’mma just plop in one of my wolves, Feya-

The young female came just a bit closer. She wasn’t looking for a fight, that anyone could tell. She eyed the grass, knowing there was someone else here, besides this plain-looking wolf. “Hmm. Someone’s a bit feisty today..” She half-quietly said. She rolled her eyes just a bit. “Look. I’m not here to hurt’cha,” she started, “Just here hunting. Nothing more, nothing else.” Feya said, in her sharp, yet hushed voiced. “No need to be angry.” She bowed quickly to the other wolf. “I can see the other one, by the way. They’re there, in the grass, I know. They can come out now, no need to be scared little puppies.” She now said, in a slightly sarcastic and sour tone.

(Feya’s very disrespectful, I know- hhh sorry- she gets nicer doe-