Gotta keep my feet moving

Sterling spotted the other she-wolf from a distance, the slightly older woman's dark figure easily visible. Curious, she didn't change her course, moving to close the distance between herself and the other more quickly. Eyeing the lady as they approached one another, her emerald orbs were first drawn to the rich cerulean of the other's gaze. She remained silent as they paused a respectable distance from each other, and allowed the other to speak first, as was her preference anyways. "And who do we have here?" Sterling heard the words, and hesitated for a moment, trying to grasp the tone of the question posed. The pose of the other she-wolf seemed somewhat challenging, as though she had something to defend here. Thinking back, she was certain she hadn't crossed any scent barriers - she would have noticed if she was in the territory of some other pack. Shrugging internally, her own posture remained neutral, tail hanging comfortably behind her hocks, her head held just above the level of her shoulders.

"The name's Sterling," she answered in a roughly mannered tone, but lacking in hostility, "Who's asking?" Her tail flicked then as it often did when she spoke, though the rest of her body, swathed in a mix of grays, did not move. She wondered who this stranger was, and why she appeared so on edge. Feeling like nothing could stop her since she'd left on this journey to collect information for Talis, she had no worry about how this loner would reply. She felt like she was ready to take on anything that came her way.