Shivers

Abilene continued on an undetermined path, driven only by the mind-numbing repetivity. Monotony is safe. Monotony is calming. Monotony distracts you from the deep pile of shit you've inexplicably trotted yourself into.

So driven by attempting not to think, she didn't notice the smaller canid moving towards her.

She almost jumped out of her skin at the sudden greeting, a noticeable hop in her relatively steady step as she nearly skidded to a stop. She turned around, brow furrowed and muscles tense, to behold a brown female noticeably smaller than her. Uhm..." She wasn't prepared for interaction, and she paused in a desperate attempt to think her words through.

"I'm doing okay, hello."

A lie of course, hopefully not an obvious one. She stood at a standstill, allowing the other woman to catch up. She didn't see an immediate threat, even from here she could tell she was taller than the stranger wolf. Then again, that would just give the stranger easier access to her internal organs. Or her ankles. Of all the extremites possibly at risk, she hoped she wouldn't lose her ankles the most.