Broski

The Gray wolf stalked silently over the ground, ears laid out, tail hanging down, brushing against the multicolored blades of grass. She stood out a bit with her dark-colored spots of blake and some small gray spots. Her head hung low, trying to pick up the scent of another. She probably shouldn't have come here. It was dangerous for her. But still she continued on, amber orbs glancing here and there, seeking oncomers. Finding nothing after a long search, she padded to a cozy patch of grass and laid down on her side, and she stretched out, muscles aching. She lifted her head and looked around while taking deep breaths in and out.

Vevisca

Despite loosing an eye in the battle that destroyed his pack, Vevisca had faired quite well on his own. He was still trying to find his good friend Kanan, but had yet to locate the mischeivous wolf. Now the dusky, black-streaked wolf traveled across the prairie. Having lived in the Silver Glades all his life and being surrounded by a pack, loneliness began to tell on him. And the fear of humans, whom had killed not only his parents, but at least two others in his pack, consumed him from time to time.

Vevisca came across the scent trail of Broski and paused, investigating it and wondering whether he should bother the fae or not. But it had been a while since he had spoken to anyone, so he took the chance. Padding heavily across the ground so his approach might not be a surprise, the wolf came nearer to Broski. He then paused a gave a light 'woof' to catch her attention. His tail was hung loose in a friendly manner, but he waited for a response from the femme first. If it were negative, he'd be certain to give her space.