Redtail Rise head like a hole

Softly spoken paws left deep traces in the soft ground as the thinning girl trotted atop it's surface. Though her presence in these lands was new and unremarkable, it didn't take a genius to work out that these subtle calling cards were faint reminders of the harsh snowfall that had burried these shoots for so long. The meltwater had long since seeped into the soil or evaporated with the arrival of the temperate spring sun yet it didn't stop Azreal from gaining streaks of brown up her legs as she continued to travel up the rise.

She was following the marks left behind by another lupin, not out of any urgency but merely to quell the rising tendrils of curiosity that had begun to infiltrate her mind as a result of discovering new grounds. Friendly and sociable was her expectation of new beings, an imprint developed from her easy life as a puppy, but the yearling had yet to encounter any of the natives so making a judgement now would be like sticking a lable on a plant and calling it a tree. Nevertheless, murky green orbs studied the prints as she moved onwards, in a futile attempt to guage what little information she could.

Maybe it was just beginners luck when the twisted black trunk of a dead tree came into view, an indistinct figure of a wolf below it, because the rusted girl was beginning to have second thoughts about this one sided meeting. Azreal stiffened, her pelt bristling with what could only be described as excitement as her gaze locked o to the creature, quietly observing it's actions but making no further movements towards it.