Sleeping Dragon it exists in a finished world, beyond the reach of common sense

Lucani was at a loose end. She had been a lone wolf for a few weeks now, and although food was scarce and the cold chilled her bones in the long nights, the only thing that really damaged her was the lack of company. Lucani defined herself by others — she loved their stories, their lives, their impact on the world. She saw herself as somewhat secondary to all that, and although that might sound extremely self-deprecating to some, Lucani was not meek and self-loathing. She simply found others far more fascinating than she found herself.

She hadn't had sight nor sniff of any other wolf for over a week now, and it made the days so long and lonesome. It was Winter and the way was rough, so the absence of wolves didn't surprise her, but boy was it grating. The tall female was left alone in her own head, dwelling endlessly on how her departure from her last pack might have had a negative effect on those who remained. She sighed, and her breath emerged in a smoke-like form. She felt very grey.

The lands she'd been passing through were grey too, but the more she travelled South the more she felt herself enamoured by the surroundings. White mountains rose like Gods and the river she'd been following sparkled with diamond-like frost. As the sun began to set, Lucani neared the base of one of the great mountains, and hesitated in step... she could smell wolf. Perhaps even the first scents of a claimed territory.

Daring not go any further, the towering female came to a complete standstill — and that was when she saw it. A shadow, lanky but impressive, quickly distinguishable as a female wolf with a confident step. Through sheer desire for company, Lucani called out without thinking: "Good evening there."