The serenity of the darkness drew her in as if she were a moth drifting to the brightest flame. The grass caressed her with the ebb and flow of the wind to assist it. She felt comfortable enveloped in the tall grass as the symphony of noise wound its way in every direction. Refuge had been obtained in the tall grasses mere paces from the river, and the soft sound of rushing water had lulled her mind to peace as she laid in silence. A peachy figure who was not visible to others as she laid there wishing for every thought, but she could think nothing at all. 

She roused herself to shake away the evidence of her comfortable fortress of grass. Her paws carried her to the river in anticipation of another drink after a long days travel, but she stalled at the edge of the foliage to evaluate the area. Reeds on the waters edge still partially hid her as pale yellow eyes darted back and forth in the night. She felt the need to be hesitant in a new area. Creed opened her maw to scent the area. The scents from upwind appeared to belong to mere animals, so she left the comfort of her new found solitude to satiate the now burning thirst. 

The water was calm and cool in this area. The smooth river stones beneath her made gentle clinking sounds as she made her way from cover into the open area. She waded in the shallows to find the running water before sinking her head to drink. After she was filled, Creed turned her attention to the elevated area in front of her. It was much like the mountains she was soon hoping to traverse that laid beyond where she had come. 

The female's muted curiosity at the geography was drawn to a figure as they shifted in the dark. A figure so dark and upwind would have been hard to notice for most wolves, and she was no exception. She decided to remain quiet and drifted her way back to the edge of the cool water. She feared most wolves would not take kindly to being interrupted, but she could not find the will to pry her sore paws from the comforting water.

Creed turned back to face the darkened figure as it spoke to her above the sound of distant rushing water. A question. One she felt comfortable enough to answer due to the absence of distinguishable features on the stranger in her dark surroundings. She readied herself before speaking leaving a moment of silence hanging in the air above the river; sometimes words did not come so naturally to her in conversation, but it appeared the calm of the night prompted her.

No. I'm from lands far from here. She felt no need to say more as she finally waded out of the water onto a small area of sand that protruded further than most of the rest of the embankment. She shook her paws from the water that still clung to them before once again looking towards the figure with pale yellow eyes.

Are you?

Creed met gazes with the stranger to discover one eye reflecting back at her in the dark. It was definitely unique, and she had never met another without both of their eyes. She tried to pay it little heed as to not offend while she glanced where he had motioned before realizing she was now being given undivided attention. She shifted her weight to another foot uneasily as she listened to his inquiry.

I'm sorry to say I have not. I have only met one other on my travels thus far, and he was not this man you speak of. She paused for a moment and looked to the mesa herself. The soft whistle of the wind blew at her fur as she did so. I am headed in the direction you appear to seek, though. Why do you seek him? Creed had her suspicions, but she would not assist in a malicious man hunt for another. She had already been down that road, and it had not ended well.

She let a gentle look settle her features and settled down to a sitting position with her tail wrapped around her paws. The ache in them had dissipated with her earlier walk into the river, and it made the sitting a more comfortable option rather than standing. She had a deep understanding of just how important those around one could become. Creed couldn't help to empathize with the stranger despite how vague he was.

You are no bother. Excuse me. I forgot to introduce myself, but I am Creed. Drinking is not quite a busying task. I will be sure to let this wolf know he is being sought if I ever happen upon him. She spoke genuinely. Always the helpful soul, but she did have a question of her own.

If it is not too much of a bother, would you mind me asking what packs reside close to here? So that I might avoid them on my future journeys. Creed had limited knowledge of what surrounded her, and while she could smell pack borders, she hoped someone who was a native could help her with the names of them. Perhaps who to avoid.

A pleasure to meet you, Corvinus. She listened to him carefully while mulling over what she was being told. All the easier to avoid if she could figure out what these packs before she stumbled upon their scent borders. It gave her a bit of comfort going forward if he was being truthful. Creed blinked before her eyes drifted to the quietly flowing water.

I shall do my best to drift from those places, then. These lands are so full of canids that I feel I will inevitably run into another, but I hope it is another traveler like us when that moment comes. She gave him a long stare before standing from her sitting position to look back the way she had wondered down to the river. The small walk did not feel as daunting as it had the first time she had walked it, but Creed felt the need to say more over her shoulder before she once again retired to the comfort of her haven. A parting gift, if you will.

May your travels be peaceful and long. Perhaps we will meet again.