"I am....Lyna Lunair." She said as she turnned towards the girl that spoke to her, trying hard not to bolt or fight like her instincts are telling her to. She began to play with the end of her hair, which was her way of fidgetting. She looked the girl up and down and could tell she was a fox too, but a different fox then she was.
"What is your name?" she finally asked at last as she noticed the short hair and boys clothes. The tan skinned youth turnned her head away and started to watch a couple of people walk up and down the road. The sun seemed to be getting lower in the sky, the day was getting cooler, less people were on the road, and they didn't have a house to stay in for the night.