The ivory fae moved swiftly across the Western lands, small paws hitting the smooth earth in a pitter patter of rhythm like small rain drops. Her pace was quick, the reason being the the sudden drop in temperature. She could feel the dramatic sweep of wind, sensing a possible storm soon. She wasn't a fan of the cold weather, much less when she was so exposed to it. Her alabaster coat blend perfectly in the snowfall, though. Keeping her away from straying loners as herself, leaving her in the peaceful aura of solitude. The girl would slowly reach the landmark known as The Wolfpaw Lake, tipping her ivory crown down and slowly slinking her salmon colored tongue tracing along the translucent water, creating small ripples across the surface as she took a drink.

Russet fur would stand out against the snow like fire, slinking elegantly along the ridges until finally reaching Wolfpaw lake. Her crown tilted down towards the icy waters, her ebony ears swiveling backwards at the sudden sound of crunching snow. Tilting her small crown to the side to peer at the approaching alabaster wolf. The wolf seemed unaware of her presence as she simply drank from the lake. Cyan eyes peered at the ivory dame, awaiting her to notice the russet femme. She wondered if this femme would be like the last she had encountered. She doubted it.

A soft smile appeared on her inky lips, pushing away her seductive and flirtatious mask in place for a polite one. Maybe she would gain a new friend? "Hello?" she would question, still gazing at the white femme. Her obsidian striped tail thumped gently on the ground, maybe she could start her reign in this weird land...

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A sudden tone of a soft called hello would reach her ears, the ivory firl skittishly lifting up her posture and backing away from the lake slowly. Her tail would instinctively tuck itself between her legs, her stance becoming small as she sank upon her haunches, eyes wide and ears alert for any other sudden movements that would make her spring. Sapphire blue audits would quickly scan over the girl's appearance, Rue making sure to avoid direct eye contact. A small and shy smile would trace itself onto her obsidian lips, maw opening as her words dropped from her mouth in a greeting to the girl. "H.. Hola," she would say in a soft tone, worried about the girl possibly snapping since she hadn't replied to her in English.. A confusing language for the young girl.

A smile would appear on the russet beauty's muzzle, cyan orbs alighting in pure amusement at the snowy femme's shyness. Spanish would sputter from her muzzle, as if nervous of her response. Tilting her crown to the side, she looked questioningly towards the pearly dame, not fluent in Spanish herself, though she understood simple statements like the one just made. Her tail wagged slightly at the response, though her eyes showed some apprehension. Why did the dame appear so nervous?

Tucking her russet tail around her haunches she gazed curiously at the she-wolf, taking note of her deep blue eyes and bleached fur. She wondered the cause of her nervousness, or if she had just been a shy wolf to start. She was not shy, never had been, so this display was unbeknownst to her as she tried to feel empathy for the femme, but failing terribly. A sigh escaped her inky lips as she tried to think of something to say that made sense to the white dame.

"Umm...do you speak English? " she questioned, not knowing any Spanish herself besides a few words that probably wouldn't help her in a situation such as this. Flicking her ebony ears she settled deeper into the snow, hoping that the shy wolf would understand her.

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Surprisingly, the russet woman hadn't lashed out at the shy and skittish ivory fae.. Yet. Luckily, Rue understood English more than she spoke it, nodding her head as another soft reply fell from her mouth. "I not speak.. English," she would say in almost a struggle of words, her accent distinct as she spoke something besides her native tongue, her body slowly relaxing as she slinked back into the snow. She guessed that she would take her chances and show a posture that came off as friendly, ivory tail thumping the snow dust around her. The russet woman didn't seem to cause any harm, yet Rue kept herself in alert in case she had to flee at any sign of flashing teeth.