Wolf RPG

She could not forget the distant, misty mountains that she had passed on her way to Donnelaith. They were well out of her way, however, and those she yearned to venture close, she could not justify leaving the pack for so long, not when she had only just arrived. Yet there were still many places to explore within a day's journey, that Muses contented herself with leaving only where she could run out to during to the night, and return to before noon the next day. Traveling through a thickly wooded area just south of her new home, Muses came upon an opening that revealed a massive depression in the ground. Ever curious, she immediately set to exploring the sloping hills and slippery ramps, descending further and further into the quarry.

Rain and runoffs had carved into the time stone, creating a rough pit with water pooled at the bottom. While the wind whistled overhead, Muses found that she was sheltered from it's chilly bite. Within the quarry, there was an eerie stillness. Clearly, it was not a favoured abode of wildlife. She meandered along unmarked paths, following the gentle trickle of water. It was like finding her way through an endless stone maze. Whenever she hit a dead end, she would turn away without concern, hardly worried that she might struggle to find her way out. As long as she found a way to go back up, she thought, there would be nothing to worry about.

With each turn, she found herself marveling at the pale walls that seemed to glow in the moonlight. The rock that made up both the walls and floors of the strange, cave like area, seemed to be softer than most stones she knew of. Out of curiosity, she rose up on her hind legs, and used her front paws to aggressively scratch against the wall beside her. The grating sound of her actions echoed down the moon-lit path. Her ivory claws left noticeable scratches, while one of the claws upon her left paw had revealed something that glimmered within the wall. Although intrigued, Muses could not be bothered to investigate. Instead, she continued to merrily prance down the endless maze of limestone, wondering if perhaps she would find something nice to bring back to Ingram and Deirdre.

He was no fan of the mountains, that much was clear, and he moved away from the towering spires as often as he could, patrolling the flatlands and forests that surrounded the mountain known as Moonspear. And yet even in the distance were these hills of rock and stone, invading his view. Only a few leagues away were the flatlands, the Plains where the Dotharan set up their khalas...soon to be frozen over by feet of snow. He grunted, turning his attention away from such places, at least for now. He instead sought out the bowl of off-white he saw near one rocky hill, gasping in amazement at the sight of it all, but he quickly lost any positive interest as he slid down the slopes, treading on rocks at he went. The Dotharan spat and cursed even more; why anyone would want hard rocks constantly puncturing their pawpads was beyond him, but the curiosity of what this place was still intrigued him.

He was not the only one, as he found out, nearly tripping over a particularly huge stone. He heard the sound of claws against rock echoing through the quarry, his ears cupping to catch the location of the sound. He followed after, seeing a pale woman weaving through the stones. Chiori, He called to her, Woman. What is this?

Amidst the echoing of the noises she created herself, Muses' ears swiveled to catch the sound of clumsy footfalls; but of that, she could not be certain. Deciding against investigating, she pressed forward, but with more caution this time around. She had gone so long without encountering any wolves with ill intentions that she once again began to settle into the assumption that all wolves were inherently good. Merry and ignorant, she padded onward until the tenor of spoken words caught her attention. She halted immediately, turning in a delicate manner, more poised than startled. The stranger called her a name that she did not recognize, and Muses - used to being mistaken between eleven other siblings - was quick to correct him. "Muses," She responded with nothing but infinite patience, and a hint of curiosity. Was there another wolf who looked like her? Did she go by the name of Chiori?

He then questioned her, seeming to know as much about the place as she did. In response, the pale wolf shrugged, an apologetic smile sweeping across her maw. "I was wondering the same thing!" She admitted, tail waving in a casual manner. Although she was sorry that she could not help him any further, she would not apologize for knowing nothing about her surroundings. "It reminds me of a cave, but the mouth is wide and open to the sky. The stone is fairly soft, and sometimes glitters when you least expect it." If she could not tell the male what the place was, then she could, at the very least, offer to him her own interpretation. "You are not from this area, then?" Sniff as she might, all she could draw was the chalky scent of the limestone, and whatever dusts she had kicked up as she had walked along the bumpy path. "Would you like to figure it out with me?" The invitation was open, her friendliness sincere.