Big Salmon Lake Icarus

The mention of Faolan sent a pang of heartsickness through the silver tipped female. It was a longing for home and the familiar. Would she ever see the grands views from Morning Star again? Her family? She did not regret her decision to depart with Ridir - it was an opportunity to prove herself and see the world - but that did not mean she might not lapse into nostalgia already. Well if anyone would know, it would be him, she murmured softly, privately thinking that her friend did rather remind her of his kingly grandfather. 

Their trip had come with short notice - a fact that would usually have prevented the long-thinking young wolfess from making it at all. But two factors worked in its favor. One, that Ridir had asked her if she wanted to go. The very fact that he wanted her along weighed volumes. And two, when she's taken a few days to consider it, her sister had told her she wouldn't do it. That she wasn't the adventuring type. Fine. She'd just have to prove that she was every bit as capable as the many other wolves in her line that had made long journeys. She's grown up hearing the tales like legends. 


But down to the business at hand. Ridir's practical approach to the situation made her accept his decisions, though from someone else she may have begrudged the lack of collaboration. From this wolf though- she trusted his judgement and his belief in her abilities. They wouldn't have made it this far otherwise.

As he moved to begins temporary shelter, she had every intention of joining in to help. But his comment gave her pause. Cocking her brow, she considered him for a moment, then with deliberate movements, eased herself down to lounge on the (unfortunately muddy) ground, tongue lolling out. And purposefully looked the other direction. 

I'll just take a break and enjoy the view then.