Alpine Lake enter these gates

The flame-furred girl was unperturbed by her stare, her silence, and she found herself pleased. The smile grew slowly, silken and subtle. Beautiful, isn't it? She gestured to the waterfall with a brief toss of her nose, gaze lingering on the confidence written into the stranger's movements. The words were soft, barely audible over the crashing sound.

You live near here, She glanced over the girl, taking in the scent of many wolves mingling in her fur. For a beat, something ugly reared in her chest; the stranger was striking and lovely in ways the inkstain could never manage. The feeling was easily suffocated under her self-reprimand— vanity was foolish. You must know the land well.