Sleepy Fox Hollow I am Groot

The bear of a wolf accepted her tribute wordlessly, then gestured at a rocky path that wound away into the crags ahead. Wildfire licked a bit of blood and fur from her lips as she eyeballed the natural thoroughfare through the mountains. She was an alpine wolf too, technically speaking, though no amount of experience would save her from her own klutziness. Aware that cuts, scrapes and bruises were likely in her future, she grimaced lightly.

Her eyes then wandered back to the she-wolf's face, still careful not to challenge her. She gave a brief huff. Thanks. Wildfire then dipped her head and, assuming this was where they would part ways, she began to pick her way further northeast, putting as much distance between herself and the spire as possible. Eventually, she wound scout west, then south, hooking a left at Greatwater Lake and finishing the trek home to the caldera.