Dragoncrest Cliffs ten thousand miles or more

After a moment, she’s able to keep a steady breath. Her lungs don’t burn and the wind in her chest subsides. “It is good to meet you,” she repeats back to him with a curve of her lips. The panting has ceased, as well, and the urge to keep her feet moving despite the run remains high. She only has little information about the new recruit but he has to be good enough to get by Dio. Her right as commander to know about her wolves, the ones she protects and works for is still there and so it does not give her hesitation to point her nose to walk with her, moving toward nowhere necessarily in particular.

“You have come at a tense time,” she explains, this much she is not sure, and she glances toward him anyway to see if he follows. “Two of our own are missing. We will be sending a search party to look for them in the morning,” she explains, knowing the commotion of the pack can often be felt by atmosphere alone and the newest wolves shouldn’t be oblivious to the things that impact them all.