Mount Apikuni it's always summer, they'll never get cold

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After a few days spent in the blissful afterglow of a rekindled fire, Turquoise and Rivet bickered over where to go and what to do this morning. Eventually, exasperated with her lover, Turquoise said, "Riv, I love you and I promise I'll never walk out on you again. But if I don't walk away—just for a little bit—right this instant, I'm going to rip off that pretty face of yours." And so she left the scene of their argument, heading toward the unfamiliar terrain of the nearby mountains.

When she reached the foothills, she found she was not alone. Studying the other wolf from a distance, Turquoise debated whether to approach him or not. She didn't have much time for men; they simply didn't interest her on any level. However, she reminded herself that she was supposed to be scoping the local packs. She'd better talk to him, in case he had any information.

"Hey," she called out to him, black paws swiftly closing the gap between them. "Are you from a pack around here?" she asked without preamble, literally and figuratively looking down her smudged nose at the short but stocky stranger.