Dragoncrest Cliffs Paleolithic

The Ryūjin wolf soon found that she was not the only one to be both apprehensive and impressed by the cliffs before her. She had gone out exploring from her new home yet again, and quickly found herself enchanted by the different birds calling while they circled far above. Food, her stomach had thought as it forced her to sit down a while ago to weight it over. Danger, her brain warned as it slowly won out the more she looked over the frightful ledges.

Menta was about to leave when she spotted another wolf, a male, take his own steps onto the rocky path nearby. Perhaps his intentions were the same as the ones she had been pondering? She watched as it seemed he stuck towards the base, striking that thought out, and became curious as to what else motivated him to be here.

Hello, the cream decided to call out from her spot a little further up the ridge than he. How goes it? She had gotten more bold since becoming a pack wolf, more confident that wolves would be more willing to chit chat than simply chase a threatening lone wolf off. She was no longer an unknown threat but a responsibility of something greater than herself, and theoretically it would always pull her back home.