Thunder Dome Don't get fried.

A newcomer, Menta registered, like herself - but it was only a moment before the other female rushed into a question that distracted her from such a fact. The cream wolf blinked as she chewed the thought over, shaking her head about the current direction suggested. North will lead to pack lands, she explained. While Menta was friends with some members there, the thought that this assumed a right to waltz too close to their territory.

I came from the Southeast, she explained after mentally sorting through it in her head, looking behind herself now and taking a step backwards on the path that led her to this spot. I can't say it was the easiest of travels, but I don't think that there is such a thing on this mountain. A pause. I'd be happy to back track if you'd like the company, the Italian offered, looking back now to Valette with what she hoped was a wide and generous smile. While the restless thunder rumbled ominously, Menta had grown up a mountain wolf and felt fairly confident in her ability to hold steady on the mountain's granite ground.