Leaving Verdandi behind to scout out other territories, the woman found herself trudging through the plains, almost wincing as her paw squelched into the mud below. Spring had to be her least favorite season, what with all the rain and sludge it left behind. Sure, flowers were nice, but the rest of it? Garbage. Eventually, the fae became aware of a scent, one that she was unfamiliar with, which was not a surprise, considering she knew very few wolves on this continent. She thought to ignore it, but as she went to move in the opposite direction, Freydis felt her paw disappear into the flooded, muddy mess. Not that way, then. She tried her left, hoping that she might still avoid the stranger, but found much the same there. Perhaps the Gods were willing her to meet this other wolf? Or perhaps it was just a coincidence. "Ugh. Fine." She said to no one in particular as she swiveled toward the stranger.
From a distance she could tell that the woman sported a green-colored coat and a decent set of antlers, much like Freydis herself. She also carried another scent with her.. one that the wolf was unable to place. Was it.. a beaver, maybe? "Hello." She called, hoping that announcing her presence might give the stranger ample time to not startle.
