Chimera Fields Compass

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A thin coat of powder clung stubbornly to Tuwawi's vermilion guard hairs even after a few shakes. She huffed, undecided in her direction, as a thick trail of vapor rose into the gray afternoon sky. Surely she could poke around the borders of Silvertip and see where their weaknesses lay, or perhaps she could pledge herself to the pack and slip away only after she had regained her strength. Either way, Tuwawi knew she needed to reach the coast before the thick of winter arrived. 

Suddenly, a baritone voice made an exclamation downwind. The red matron turned and trotted to the top of a knoll where, just on the other side, a large alabaster yearling gawked at the weather. At first Tuwawi remembered the large Shearwater Alpha... but upon closer inspection the male had a bit of sandy coloring on his limbs. He was in good condition despite the fresh wounds on his muzzle. Was he a lone traveler?

Her ears orbited curiously, a pang of hunger reminding the ember of her true goal. "Never seen snow?" she joked, calling out to the stranger to better gauge his temperament. She loped towards him casually, ears pressed forward. She had the advantage of age. "Hard to believe. I mean, you look like you just arrived from the North." Teasing silver eyes and a cocked brow gave him an obvious once over as if to say 'really?'  They couldn't have been more different in stature and coat type... but Teekon seemed to be where wolves of all heritages converged.