Thunder Dome Don't get fried.

Menta kept closer to home today for her exploring - scouting around was always on her agenda, for curiosity's sake more than anything else, and these mountains were perfect for satisfying that internal drive. The Italian wolf climbed this particular mountain nimbly, although it was hard to ignore the wind that yanked at her far. Yellow eyes blinked more frequently than usual, the sweeping specks of dirt ever trying to intrude on her line of vision.

And so it was not as quickly as usual that she noticed a wolf up ahead of her, feet stopping in surprise at the figure. Wind gave the one ahead the advantage even with Menta's nose working fast, and so the cream decided give a voice to accompany the smells she was probably putting forth. Hello, there, she barked, hopeful that this wasn't interrupting some sort of unknown mission.