Careful now....you don't want to get attached.

Forest green optics surveyed the woodlands around her and ears pricked forward as she listened out. The mottled woman was no slight little wallflower, oh no. The reason she wasn't bigger was that her mother had mated with a smaller male. She mentally tutted at her mother's folly, scarlet tongue coming out to brush against russet lips. She brushed against ferns and moss covered stones as she revelled in the strange new climate here. It certainly wasn't the most easy to live in if your person was too thickly coated in fur, but this femme's coat was neither too fluffy nor too thin to pass muster. She was in the middle and proud of it.

With 35 inches of height at her shoulder, she was at the bigger side of 'medium' and she considered herself not to be messed with. Though she was a skilled medic she still had some slight blood thirst roiling underneath her skin at any time. However that blood thirst could easily be transformed into lust if she saw someone she liked. But oh me oh my, she had yet to come across a wolf who would happily put up with her personality to get to her body. It was such a shame really but she could settle down and pick just one person...eventually of course.

She came down a slight slope that led down to a small stream, where it burbled useless things to the tree-folk close by. Keeping a wary eye about for a moment she then lowered her mottled head and drank. She wasn't all bad....she was just mostly not good, at all. How often would you come across her being kind or gentle towards you? Unless she wanted to get in your pants or if you were a young pup....probably never. As she brought her head up she licked her maw and scented the air. Hrm....another living being, might as well say hello.
"The name's Bast.....and you are?" She vocalised, her tone neither harsh nor soft...they were just this side of unyielding in notes that were definitely feminine.