for wenches and mead!

Kaija was all set with fog. Hell, if she could go a lifetime without seeing a lick of it she'd be happy. The long night had given her more than enough of her share of darkness and fog. She greatly preferred the wide, open expanses of sky and sunlight to whatever this place was. She just kept telling herself once she got out of this dreaded forest there would be something awesome waiting on the other side. That was usually how it worked, right? If not directly on the other side.. well, she'd get there eventually.

"Obviously," she called out an answer quickly, spinning around as she tried to locate the source of the voice. Her senses were somewhat dampened - all puns intended - thanks to the thick air that drifted tightly around her. "Nah, that'd doesn't seem fair to me," she decided, letting out a muffled snort. She'd met few wolves her size and she doubted this stranger was as big as she was. Definitely didn't sound like a fair game and she admittedly wasn't in the losing mood. Lowering her head to the ground she trudged on, sniffing hard all the while, until-

Smack. She lifted her head fast as she collided with the stranger, most likely smacking her muzzle right off the bottom of her jaw. Even with their sizes she'd been crouched low trying to get a good hold on her scent and the thick fog had made her impossible to see until she was right up in her face. Grumbling loudly she pulled away and swiped at her snout, hoping she hadn't broken anything in the process of running into her.