Moonspear An Air of Change

This time, it was the deepened tones of a distinctly masculine howl that diverted her from remarking the boundaries of the mountain. Since the howl hadn't really spoken of major urgency, she didn't dog the trail with any particular haste but instead wove her way there with a practiced step. It was a warm day, and she was content to stick to the shadows -- especially now that the greenery had regrown enough to really lend her the shade.

She zeroed in the second she could spot agouti shades on the mountainside. Her own posture had risen up befitting her status and she came to him directly, undeterred as she looked him over, from the scar on his eye to the way the colors of his coat whorled together. He was a sizable wolf and she could not smell any affiliations on him, which was curious enough on its own right. "Why have you come to my mountain?" she asked in lieu of greeting.