Horizon Ridge the past adds steps

Thistle heard the sad howl, and it touched a chord in her heart. She knew very well the call of the lonely and sad. She herself had lived by it's thrall for months. She tilted her head and searched along the shore line for the wolf that had let such sound go.

She caught sight of the small red wolf. It made her lips twitch. She was a petite wolf, almost smaller than every single wolf she knew, but so was he. She wondered if she was perhaps even slightly bigger? She wasn't sure though. She sniffed the air trying to garner his scent. Hello, I'm Thistle Cloud