Phantom Hollow Back Again

The coast. Ambrosia gave no hint or directions about where or what that might mean, but Menta nodded as if in comprehension. Asterr had told her the general lay of the land enough that she knew there was plenty of coastline to be found around here, although she hadn't truly explored much of it.

The cream sat herself down in her place politely, tail curling around her haunches, as she was a comfortable distance both well within hearing range and outside a sense of threatening closeness. The Fern wolf in front of her seemed content to engage her in conversation versus see her as a nuisance or an aggressive wolf to run off, and for that Menta was appreciative.

You know this place well already? she asked, for although she was starting to get comfortable with this pretty wolf, their surroundings made her a little nervous. Their words seemed to bounce back at them, her own motion of sitting seemed too loud of a thump.