Pick your poison.

Noelie was drawn in by the familiar scent, having already met the wolf in question before, and curious as to what she might be doing here. Running into familiar faces was quickly becoming a commonplace in these lands, so much so that she was beginning to think that the island wasn't quite as.. large as she'd initially thought, though her paws themselves would disagree with that sentiment.

The sage furred woman greeted her easily enough, even inviting Noelie in to play a game. "Hey!" she called, closing the distance between them. "I'm down for a game. What are we playing?" Competitive as she was, she hoped it might be a race of some sort, but even a simple game of hide and seek would do so long as she was with company.

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