What If?

Kiela wasn't one to let her guard down, but this scenario was apparently out of the ordinary for her. The ambient noise here was surprisingly loud - maybe it was the way the wind collided with the steep cliffs below, or rustled through the nearby trees - but it somehow obscured the noise of someone's approach until it was too late to preemptively react to the stranger. All at once, as soon as she swiveled around, the pale female lunged toward her at screamed something. The language barrier between caused a distinct lack of understanding, and Kiela's flinched momentarily as she tried to register what was happening. Her ears flattened for a moment as she regarded the stranger, eyes narrowed and skeptical. It was a shame her attention was being taken from this view, though admittedly Lleh wasn't a terrible thing to look at, actually..

She was a stranger, though that didn't come as any surprise. Almost everyone she'd meet here would be a stranger. Kiela had never seen anyone quite like her, though... her coat was as pale as now, with sharp pink eyes and a nose to match. The wolves of her homeland tended to sport darker coats; she'd never seen anyone so pale. In the rapidly fading light, she looked even more interesting. For a moment she was stunned, openly admiring the stranger, though she had to remind herself that she'd been startled by her just a moment ago. "You need help?" Her thick accent was clearly audible, words coming out in an odd cadence as she tried to phrase what she was trying to ask: what this female needed, and why she was bothering her.