An introduction

The lupess who had just spoken was small, and sickly-looking. She had muddy fur, with spots of silver dotting her front legs, and twin rivulets of silver fur underneath her eyes. A teardrop marking shown brightly on her forehead. Her eyes were watery-green, and looked sore, as if crying was part of her daily routine.

What are you doing here?! she said, looking distinctly unhappy about meeting a stranger. No one ever comes into these woods for very long. Most people can't stand the cold. Your mouth opened, then closed, as you tried to come up with something to say.