Spotted Eagle Mountain there's really no way of winning

She spoke of a name only she knew as herself, not as a stranger. To her, this stranger was long gone. A ghost of a being she'd not known.

There'd been the soft scent of blood.

A wolf that'd long gone.

Zaahira would grieve alone in that much. Legend only quirked her head at the name, and Legend's silence over it had only been to let her talk. This way, by the end, when she pointed at her and called her directly, she understood that this pain was not from her.

So, then she looks off, tightening her shoulders together and finding her eyes more than fixated on swaying branches. She hums out a gentle and expressive, "Hmmmmm," only to return her nose to point at the new face of the other. "Lake is okay. But," she pauses, swishing her tail about and breaking her mimic of Grackle. Her maw pushes down to the fur of her chest, offering her cheeky smile again, "Lake is far too quiet for I." Swish, swish.

Legend had been blind to the truths of this lake. She knew nothing of it. "Lake does not seem bad for the lost. Have thoughts come to you, stranger?"

Her foreign, pointy ears gave this stranger all of their attention.