Arrow Lake If mine could be the name

Full recognition dawned and Andalusia's face broke into a full grin. She allowed Vienna to make much of the approach, but found her own paws skipping forward a few steps to cover the shoreline that separated her from her friend. Andalusia gave herself a quick shake to dispel the spray of water that peppered her fur, but couldn't be bothered to dry herself more than that.

"Graced with fair travels," she said with a quirk of her mouth, "with plenty of tales to tell." Andalusia's eyes shone with equal mirth and mischief, but she did not elaborate further. At the moment stories were not her pressing concern, and she hoped she would have time to share them with Vienna on the mountain the grey girl called home. "How is your pack faring with spring's arrival?"