Cassiopeia's View And I cannot compete with you, Jolene

They explored one another freely, both wolves lightly touching in interest while staving any aggression. Ness' tail wagged slowly, snorting when she was satisfied with the knowledge she had obtained from the older she-wolf— well-traveled and alone for some time. The scent of other wolves, if any, were long faded save for passing greetings like this. In a rough, misused voice, she asked where she was from, and the speckled teenager smiled, motioning over her shoulder towards the tallest peak in the range. "Moonspear," she answered readily. "Where you headed?" she asked then, only assuming that she wasn't "from here".

IDK why, but I love the way you write.