Kildeer Rest My bittersweet melody

A flicker of disappointment passed through the gaze of the wraith as the russet canid parted her maw to reply. Part of her yearned for this unknown wolf to have knowledge of bones, to have a connection with the mountain spirits yet it was a harsh reality to come to terms with. She pricked her auds as the other went on to speak more words, holding her tongue as she introduced herself as Wildfire. Sleeping Dragon was most likely the region she came from, perhaps her pack, yet the details were not what Tirak had in mind to prioritise for the moment.

"I'm Tirak," she voiced eventually, sliding her rump to the ground as her gaze still regarded the yearling with a prideful tone. "I study the bones of the little creatures," she added, veiling her uncertainty with a swish of her tail. Yet maybe there was still hope of the russet wolf knowing something but she decided not to press the matter, still keeping her statements vague as she exchanged her words.