Silvertip Mountain all that glitters is gold

the silence of the place was disturbed by pawsteps just outside the mouth of the cave, and aditya's head swung backwards, turning quickly enough to stay alert but not so fast as to alarm the wolf, should it be a friend. it was a young woman, around pema's age, with a mottled pelt and incredibly blue eyes.

"wait, no," he said as she began to walk away after offering a half-apology, his voice firm but kind. "you don't have to go." he remembered the red-black wolf in the sunspire mountains, his vitriol. aditya was not that wolf. "it's okay."

he took a step forward, smiling. "isn't this place magnificent?" he asked, noting internally that there was really only one answer to this question. what jaded man or woman would truly respond with 'no'? really, he just wanted to make this she-wolf feel comfortable, with no need to flee a stranger.