A Cautious Stranger.

The giantess pads into the clearing, glancing around for any signs of life. Her head whips around, her ice blue eyes searching for them. Sighing, she sits down in the shadows and waits for another wolf. Their scents fill the clearing, but she can't see any others of her kind. Her mind races through the possible reactions of the wolves, and she feels her heartbeat accelerate. Her black tipped tail thumps the ground nervously, her black ears twitching back and forth in an attempt to catch all the sounds around her. Anima sits there patiently, awaiting the appearance of another wolf.