To the batcave

His accent sounded vaguely familiar, like something she'd heard in a dream once. Or an echo from the past. Memories from before her accident were scrambled, and she couldn't place where she'd heard it before... but she had. Disregarding the feeling for now, she approached him, awkwardly navigating through the undergrowth. "Oh, gee, thanks," Rags said bashfully as he thanked her, blushing hotly underneath her fur. It was embarrassing, really. How had she even placed? Perhaps the males had smelled the thick scent of her heat and just removed themselves from her presence, giving her a clear pathway to the finish line.

"Did you run?" She asked pleasantly, walking by his side and heading deeper into the forest. He seemed intent on a destination while Rags had none. It seemed easy enough to fall in line with him and walk for now. "My name is Ragnheiðr, pleased to meet you." Hopefully he was the kind of male to just politely ignore things like a female's time of the year. She hadn't really given this interaction much thought. He seemed pleasant enough and somewhat disoriented, for one reason or another. If things went south, she could just shuffle away.

2/3 navigation - exploring territory
2/3 intellect - meeting new wolf