Redsand Canyon Know that life has a hopeful undertone

Over a week had passed since the encounter with the ridge wolves, since her tribe had needed to relocate. The idea still displeased her greatly, and yet, she was not exactly angry about it. In the end, they had found a new place to settle within, a new home that would provide them with the means necessary to survive. Not only that, but the king had followed them, filling the new cavern with a sense of familiarity. It was home now, and that would not change. Not again. They were there to stay, and that was that. It was that resolve that had her then going beyond their new borders, trailing after an array of scents.

During their move, she had smelled several wolves within the vicinity of the peaks they were so near to. Not a single one had approached her as of yet, and so she'd set out in search of them. The girl's quest led her into the canyon, where the scents seemed especially strong. She wished to inquire about their intentions, figure out if they were planning to settle there and, if so, establish a treaty before either side was given a reason to pursue the start of a war. Asterr had witnessed enough aggression back at the dome, she would not allow for the same fate to befall her tribe once more.

Asterr trekked through the canyon, senses alert and head held high. Shortly after having entered it, however, a howl echoed out around her. It bounced off the canyon's walls, making it difficult to pinpoint it's exact point of origin, thereby forcing her to pursue it somewhat blindly. Several times she had wondered if she was heading in the right direction, as well as if the wolf she sought was even a member of what she believed to be a new pack. Eventually, though, the metallic scent of blood entered through her nostrils and then coated her tongue, making everything else seem unimportant. Whether the wolf was of the forming pack or not no longer matter, all that registered was the fact that they were injured in some fashion. From there, the dragoness followed the scent of blood until she had drawn close enough to go by sight alone.

At first glance, the stranger appeared dead. She was just laying there, eyes open and seeming to stare. The chieftess worried she had arrived too late, until the faint rise and fall of the other's side could be seen. The confirmation of life pulled her closer, eyes scanning over the body immediately. "Are you able to speak?" the yearling inquired, voice soft. Her posture was relaxed, amiable but laced with obvious concern, wishing not to stress out the stranger. She had yet to notice the scent of another drawing near, her main focus being on the girl who was laid out before her.