Otter Creek Walk it off

Being vague about a lot of things.

The flatlands called her and she came, descending the towpath with a bounce in her step. For whatever reason, the season made her feel light and cheery in spite of what had recently occurred. Her half-tail bobbed behind her at half-mast and her posture, though alert, was also relaxed and at ease. The plateau's shadow loomed over the river, but its cool shade did nothing to dampen her mood, even knowing that she likely wouldn't be returning here anytime soon.

Her mission now was to find a messenger to send after Junior. Though she was nowhere near establishing herself anywhere, she thought she might be able to entice her sister and Swordfish to return to the Wilds prematurely.

Spotting a tawny wolf in the near distance, Saena loped toward him, intending to offer some fresh hunted food in exchange for a speedy message to the north... but when she got closer, she realized he wasn't just some random loner. Her pace quickened and she had to rack her brain for only a moment before she called out, "hey, Gunnar!" She wasted no time in reaching him, and though she sort of wanted to lean over, sniff at him and learn his news that way, she stayed put and asked, "how've you been?"