Kintla Flatlands #isuckatthreadnames

Skylaris huffed and gave up trying to walk, instead resting on a nearby tree. It gave little comfort, but it was better than trying to balance awkwardly on three legs. "Holy shit. Most tiring... moment... of my life." She panted, painfully aware of how little energy she had. It was more than she had had a few days ago, lying on the ground in a pool of her own blood. That's was something, right?

A voice startled her, and she whipped her head around only to see yet another stranger. How many wolves lived in the Teekon? Or, the Flatlands, to be precise.

The words that came out of the newcomers mouth made her own muzzle twitch upwards in a smile. Finally, someone who wasn't seriously uptight. "Not dead bros, huh? Sounds good to me." The dove flinched for a second as a spark of pain flew up her stump but she shook her pelt and greeted the stranger. "Name's Skylaris - or Sky,if you prefer. Who might you be?"