Redsand Canyon lómëar

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In the chilled misty air came a voice singing. It wasn't some angelic sound, not perfect but Lainie thought it was the best thing she had heard in....ever. Singing was totally foreign to the girl and the lilting melodious notes piqued her interest, drawing her daringly away from her family's side just a while. It was a precarious  but short journey through the mountains, her aching body and random tremors and twitches and jerking muscles making getting through certain areas a troublesome task but it was the desire to know what it was the she wolf had been doing that made her press onward. Finally she stumbled her way down into the canyon, the voice had already fallen silent but she remembered where it had come from and picked up the scent of a she wolf. As she spotted the pale she wolf she paused, ears perking up as her eyes fell upon the scars, in her mind believing she was looking at a lone warrior who had seen many battles. "Madame, What was that?" she asked curiously, her ears perked up and pushed toward the she wolf.