Emberflame Ridge YouTube is basically a time machine

The further she'd progressed through the ridge, the more obvious it'd become that she'd acquired a living shadow. She could feel eyes on her, but knew it not to have been one of her own that had followed her away from the dome. No, any one of those she'd recruited would have approached her, perhaps even offered a verbal greeting, but her follower had done neither. The being had remained at a distance, not even offering a chuff to enlighten the yearling of their presence. They were simply there, trailing after the soon-to-be chieftess with unknown intentions. Asterr did not stop them, either, though her ears would swivel back every once in a while to check and see if the stranger remained. It was an odd occurrence, and the girl wondered what thoughts were running through her stalker's mind. Did they wish to approach her but were uncertain of how to do so? Perhaps they were simply going in the same direction, and preferred awkward situations over engaging in a conversation? No matter their reasoning for not speaking up, the yearling had soon decided that she'd no longer wished to play along.

Swiftly, she'd turned around, silver eyes instantly finding the face of her pale follower. Her body then stilled, making it obvious she would take not a single step further in either direction. Silently, she observed the other wolf, taking notice to the feminine scent she possessed. Her body did not appear to be in the best of shape, quickly betraying her lack of decent meals. No matter, Asterr did not allow for such small details to sway her interest in the other. Without waiting a moment longer, she returned her gaze to the female's eyes and, with a soft voice, called out, "Hello."