Ocean's Breath Plateau spellbook

It was her own simple curiosity that brought Menta in through her Sequoia Coast exploration, passing down the coast quickly to see just how far it would run. She had seen some of these coast lines from her perched view up on The Wall - that seemed like ages ago - but just how great down it went, she had not been fully prepared for. The Ryūjin wolf had made her pace swift for her own amusement's sake, abandoning her usual slow and steady gait that she had kept as a lone wolf in an effort to not expend much energy, and found joy in how her paws brought the sand back up with her body with each running step.

It had been a good while, now, since she had been in Ryūjin. Menta knew she needed to return home soon, her rare and lucky finds of small rodents not satisfying her grumbling stomach. She had grown up spoiled as a pack wolf with bountiful food, and there had been overwhelming relief when Ryūjin offered her the bits of food that they had when she turned in her hungry lone wolf hat. But for now, a distant cream dot ahead pulled her attention away from such thoughts.

Menta pulled back her gait into something more cautious, still continuing forward but backing off on her speed. The dot became a wolf shape, and more cream than the stark whites Menta had seen in this area so far - just like her own family's colors ocassionally came in, just like her mother and herself. The female wolf felt the pang of homesickness as she walked closer, still leaving many feet between them when she came to a halt.

Hello, she called out with a loud bark, not able to see the wolf's closed eyes or forlorn facial expressions. Menta gave a couple wags of her tail in hopes that it presented the friendliness she wanted to portray. While she wasn't fool enough to think that this other female was some kind of family member, her heart automatically warmed in excitement.