Kuwindwa found she rather liked this place... she had visited it just once, and she remembered the night well. She'd found a path down to the beach... ah, what an odd night that had been. The grey woman panted softly as she trekked several yards from the sheer drop of the cliff. She had been lucky on her first visit to notice it and not go plunging to her death (though a morbid part of her didn't mind that idea so much) and had later been able to pick her way to the white sands below... What an interesting wolf she had met. She'd been given some spark of hope, though it didn't quite linger... such things never stayed long with her, not anymore. She continued in such a fashion until she glimpsed another shape that did not quite match the flowers of the meadow. No, this was the distinct outline of another wolf.
Kuwindwa squinted, her head turning as she tried to determine if this was anyone she knew (a small part of her wished it to be one of the very few wolves she had met in Alacritia and actually been able to converse with), but she was almost certain the other was a stranger. Indeed, taking a breath of the summer air confirmed the fact... this was no one she was familiar with. For that reason, if none other, Kuwindwa made certain to leave the cliff's edge and padded slowly, deliberately, toward the other wolf... under most circumstances she would have left well enough alone, but she couldn't really avoid the other woman, and she felt uncomfortable remaining so close to the cliffside with another wolf about.
Kuwindwa's expression was likely difficult to read, as she herself was uncertain what to think or feel at the moment. She supposed she wasn't unhappy right now, but she certainly didn't look like a pleasant wolf as she approached, what with the dragging tail and slope of her shoulders. She stopped well out of leaping range for either of them, gauging the stranger - a younger woman - with her own bronze eyes.
When she did at last speak, she kept her greeting simple: a quick bow of her head and a "hello."
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