Tell me what is real

Her nose twitched - was that a scent of another wolf? She'd breathe in deeply... and yes, it was. Perhaps she'd be able to ask about Finch, or at least meet this stranger. She'd head twards the female, identiying the wolf as such; it wouldn't take long to spot the multicolored wolf in the water. Well, near the water. She seemed so peaceful, and Váli didn't want to disturb her, but,.. It was not worth the risk of passing up someone who might know information about Finch. Or a wolf that might make a good friend. it simply was not an option in her mind. The black-marked wolf would make her way down as well, calling out a soft, "Hello!" to the curled up, scarred woman.