Ravensblood Forest shoulders smooth as raven's claws

Those ears rove to and fro again, likely in response to his call. She does not speak, and moves on — but his curiosity is strong so he takes after her, keeping a good pace but an obvious gap between them. The lion does not know where she comes from. There is a confidence to her, a sense of calm, and he cannot help but wonder what she is looking for.
It is not the first wolf he has come across in his wandering but Daumier has not had the best luck; she is the first to allow his presence, if one could call it that. It is not difficult to keep up with her, but there is a clear difference in skill between the two of them — she, this wild and powerful thing, healthy and content in her existence. Himself, road weary and hungry often, but still capable.

She is silent, so he follows without a word.