Whitewater Gorge Geronimo

He decided to go right, then immediately assumed the lead. Wildfire didn't mind at all, waving her black tail agreeably and then falling into step behind him. The path was narrow, forcing them to walk single file, though it didn't affect the flow of conversation. Anwyl guessed correctly that she was from a pack.

"Yeah, I'm from Moonspear. How about you?" she bounced back. He smelled like other wolves too, though she couldn't place any of the scents. Wildfire made a mental note to maybe work on that skill: memorizing the ways certain landscapes (especially known pack territories) tended to smell, so that she could attempt to pinpoint others' allegiances before they even opened their mouths. Wouldn't that be a neat party trick?