Mount Everfall clenched fist

there were many things arunik'ra expected to discover during her jaunt -- but a weeping male was not one of them. with great care the slender priestess slowed her steps, placing each delicate forelimb one after the other with deliberation. he would hear her, of that she was certain -- she made no attempt to mask her approach.

"seems futile, crying." the red woman intoned softily. she canted her sharp muzzle sideways, inspecting the dark wolf carefully. "what is the matter?"