Blacktail Deer Plateau the shadows go like ghosts across your road

All wolves had intents and drives, reasons to do the things they did. His question was met with another brusque nod. Tonravik had plenty of scouting to do to discover where she wanted to reside; but she was scouting for more than that. Tonravik was scouting for a potential partner, too; and it amused her that again she had run into him on such a search. Tonravik did not yet note his injuries.

Her eyes look around him for a moment, surveying the landscape. Tonravik wondered the benefits of this land; if he liked living in it, if he wanted to stay. Her ears shifted, rain falling gently down and misting over her eyes. Her eyes then fell back to him, the far from verbose wolf lowering her head some.