Please recognize I'm trying, babe

Lior didn't quite know what to think of seeing another wolf here of all places. Birds were everywhere. Their calls and cries made for a rather unlikely place of melancholy or exploration. But then why was she herself here? Herbs? No. Was her fathers wanderlust growing thicker in her veins after a year of being frightened of the world and being in the company of her family drive her away for a few days for some solace? Yes. Fallers Fjord had become her family's home and a good stretch of the legs had been needed so long as it wasn't North. The woman before her was the first stranger Lior had come across in this proximity as thought turned to this encounter.

Words nearly failed her as this woman spoke a greeting. A gentle bow of her grey head dipped her torn ears in the darker she wolf's direction in silent greeting. "I am Lior, Zuriel." The name rolled off the tongue in a peculiar way, even as her posture took to hesitance as she struggled on what to do next. It seemed awfully rude to just leave even as Zuriel seated herself. Lior gave a glance around her surroundings and eased back onto her rump in kind to the other woman's manner. "Do you have a last name Zuriel? Mine is Carlier." Could be considered a strange last name but then again so could this woman's. Lior's muzzle tipped further towards the woman as she took a step towards her. Pack wolf. "Why are you all curled up in a place like this?" Lior visibly tilted her head and blinked at the revelation as to why the woman would be here in such a place if it was some solace that was needed right now. With a sigh Lior sat down, ruined scruff bristling along shoulders as her head stooped and awaited the she wolf's response.