[ Wolves can get easily mistaken for very big dogs — but still, Billie also keeps her shifting to the later hours, when she feels like roaming around without running into anyone. There are roads drifters use, those coming in and out of the city, and there's no better way to know new scents. All manner of creatures pass, and she prefers to keep trouble to a minimum. ]
[ There's a new scent, a fox. She picks it up and follows it to the parking lot, watching the theft with some amusement. Far be it for her to immediately reach for the other tools wolves have: their teeth, their claws, their size. Snout to snout, she then sniffs at the chicken nuggets. Suitable. But she wants to see the fox, and pads closer, sniffing at Flora curiously. ]
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[ There's a new scent, a fox. She picks it up and follows it to the parking lot, watching the theft with some amusement. Far be it for her to immediately reach for the other tools wolves have: their teeth, their claws, their size. Snout to snout, she then sniffs at the chicken nuggets. Suitable. But she wants to see the fox, and pads closer, sniffing at Flora curiously. ]