Dragoncrest Cliffs Paleolithic

Seems alright, Menta called back in an amused tone. The male slightly below her had presented himself as friendly out of all of his options, so she was pleased enough to do the same. ​The cream wolf offered a wide smile and a few wags of the tail before she shifted out of her sitting position. Small rocks grumbled underfoot as the Colorado wolf expertly made her way down more towards his level. One could not expect a polite conversation hollering down at another wolf, after all.

Live around here? she inquired with genuine curiosity as soon as she eventually arrived and stopped only perhaps half a dozen feet away from him, noting immediately that his scent lacked the tell-tale claim of a pack. Menta knew they were not too far from Ryūjin - at least in terms of how far she had traveled since her acceptance in the pack - although certainly many, many miles from where she would even begin to feel possessiveness. This area was much more of a mystery to her so far, and perhaps the male in front of her had more clues and information to offer.