Drinks

She wasn't alone long, and that was to be expected. The summer heat would draw many a wolf too the waters edge. When huge white wolf stepped up towards the water, and uttered a polite 'Good Afternoon'. Juno watched as the wolf drank from the river, and waited until she finished. She could smell the pack scent that she had come to know as Tortuga from this wolf and that had her interest.

"Afternoon. Scorching weather we're having, eh?" She asked cooly, her voice soft and her eyes analytically, watching the wolf before her. Was she a wolf of power in her pack? Was she just a member? For once, she wasn't thinking of ways to manipulate the wolf before her, just interested in pursuing the conversation out of curiosity.