Frostfire Ridge The things we love destroy us every time.

After acquiring the other’s attention, Ocra doesn’t have much of a plan. She’s announced her presence, and that they’re closer than anticipated, but nothing more. The wolf ahead remains neural and offers nothing in return and she stares across the way a few moments. Her own posture is relax, maybe friendly, but the silence lingers between them.
 
“Do you know this area?” she decides to ask, maybe as a last act of hope she can find what she’s looking for. She teeters back and forth giving up on the search but she’s here, she has the stranger at her finger tips, and maybe the other knows something. Aware it’s a long shot for information, she can at least give it one more try.