Bramblepoint I kick that ceiling, what you gonna say?

Just like the other, Lilith was on a mission. Perhaps for different reasons, but a mission nonetheless. Her travels took her to a land that seemed to have been recently ravaged by a scourge that had ripped all life away from the landscape. It was growing back slowly, that could be seen, but it would still be some time before enough herds returned to sustain the wolves here.

And wolves were here. She could smell them. One in particular, actually, was rather close.

The coywolf brushed through the dry brambles, her slim frame slinking easily through the grabbing barbs and needle-sharp branches. She saw the stranger up ahead and, without hesitation, casually approached the equally small wolf. "Mind some company?" she spoke quietly, making to draw up beside her.