“And you.” Serving the compliment in modesty, she dipped her muzzle politely in recognition to the other. It was not often she passed another that kept themselves in the wild. Pack wolves that had endured near a lifetime of luxury suddenly thrown into the wild could not hope to grace the level of resilience kept by the wanderer ilk. And fewer, even among the experienced still, were able to keep themselves whole if not relatively fed. It was commendable, but not an existence she would find her end by. She knew this a plainly as she knew nourishment was needed for survival.
“I have crossed paths with one that did not have my favor,” she volunteered in explanation. “But there is blind hope that not all are as callus. Eventually, I will have to find a place to settle, no different than the sun must set at the end of its time. A sun may sit in the sky for longer than it must, but to never set is… unnatural.” Thoughtfully, the female rounded her shoulders, then pushed herself to stand. Squaring her shoulders slightly, she braced against the ground as she gave her body a quick twist, shaking off the clinging snow and dampness of her fur before folding down at sit on her haunches more comfortably.
“And you?” She hadn’t had the privilege of speaking to another wanderer since her roam through the wilds. Such an opportunity was to be indulged however brief, now that she had decided no danger existed in their healthy exchange. |