the ruins were interesting but she found no suitable den. at least from what she could see. Morgan roamed without direction as she stepped amongst the place, pausing to stick her head in every hole she could find. she was a picky individual by nature and would only settle for a good place of rest. though she also suffered from restlessness and insomnia sometimes; it was hard to sleep when you had to constantly keep an eye out for your safety. so only a very deep and secretive place would do for her. somewhere out of the public's eye.
but speaking of the public... Morgan twisted her head, spotting movement nearby. it seemed the other creature hadn't spotted her yet and she turned toward them with some interest. from the body frame and scent; it was a wolf. but male, which was always an unknown factor. struggling inwardly with approaching or not, she decided to. after all, they had swum here too from the scent of the water on their coat. walking closer, a dark grey body was soon apparent. she could pick out some markings but not all. it was getting darker and he was almost perfectly camouflaged.
her pale coat was easy to see, and she only waited for him to either notice her or move on. or, y'know, maybe tell her to fuck off and go away. either way was good.
