seven ways to sunday

Yurella looked to the dark brute and shook her head. She had only been in Alacritia for a couple months, not enough time to see and explore everything. She was not a nomad for she usually lived with her brother and his mate, but, perhaps she could have some company with this younger male, perhaps he was a year younger than she was for she was four, but, he would be a nice wolf to talk about things with. At least, he did seem that way to her. The wind blew across her mismatched coat as the scent of stillness lingered inside the cave, her nostrils flaring up at the dusty entrance, causing the fae to give a slight sneeze in shock.

"I have only been in this land for a short while, nothing really to have time for exploring. It has been a long time since I had seen another wolf. Pardon for my rudeness, my name is Yurella, may I ask your name?" Yurella was being sincere to the brute. She hardly was ever sincere if at all due to the depression that lingered inside her mind, but, she was going to be nice to this male despite the emptiness she felt inside her heart.