Arrow Lake Travel Vlog Day 43: Update- This Sucks

Grackle's muscles tensed as the stranger stood, eyes never leaving the ash grey pelt. Curiouser and curiouser was this spindly little creature. 

With an amused, or perhaps concerned, flick of her tail, Grackle removed it from over top of her paws and stood. The first question did not seem wanting of an answer, so the loner did not give one, instead coming to stand beside the smaller wolf and look out upon the lake. Her body ached with the movement, begging her to sit and rest once again but she paid it no heed. There would be time to rest later, out of the presence of this puzzle of a woman. 

Of course they do, miss. The unknown did call to her, but presumably for a different reason. She was nosy yes, but only because she enjoyed the power that came with knowing things. Maybe this was the same with the one she was speaking with, maybe not. Everyone had their own motives, and it wasn't polite to assume everyone a power hungry busybody. However unlike the little one at her side, she was no traveler. She wanted to find a home and stay there. But how was one to find a home without exploration? 

Grackle had presumed a moment ago that "lands of daylight" had meant stories evoking blissful adventures, but "lands of muck" had meant an actual literal place, were "lands of daylight" too? She thought for a moment, wondering whether or not to voice her question. It would be useful to know more about these unfamiliar lands, but as she had learned as a pup, people did not like silence and would usually do anything to fill it- leading to much more interesting and useful discoveries. There was also that intriguing look in her blue eyes. Frustration? Irritation? Grackle couldn't be sure, but she was curious as to where the wolf was going with this. So, she would hold her tongue for now and let her continue on with her thought.