good company

Pestilence's hunt was interrupted by a puzzled tone, and she turned bewildered to meet the stranger. It was another pup like her, though smaller. "Hi! I'm Pesto." Upon inspection, Pestilence frowned in confusion. Was this pup a wolf like her, or a wolf-dog like the Lucretia litter? Her floppy ears reminded her of the dogs, though the rest of her body appeared to be an ordinary wolf. "I like your ears." She complimented, trying to be friendly in this strange unfamiliar territory.

"I'm looking for something to hunt, do you know what might make a really warm blanket?" The girl was fluffier than she was, and Pesto assumed it was because her body was made for the rugged and cold northern lands. She sat, wrapping her tail around her paws and shivering slightly. Damn, it really was cold here. The northern wolves must be crazy to try and stay here full time, especially during the winter. If it was chilly now in the middle of summer it must be way worse when the snow fell.