Dawnlark Plains What To Do, Where To Go?

It seemed that Muses had arrived in a land of night wolves; creatures that were not winter wolves like herself, and not summer wolves like her opposites. They were perplexing, to say the least. Their dark coats and bright eyes were unlike anything Muses had ever seen. The difference was not so significant that it frightened or disgusted her, but rather elicited a deep sense of curiosty. Muses wondered if she would ever be able to fit in enough to satiate it.

She faced the autumn breeze, walking against it merrily, as though the impending cold did not frighten her. For a lone wolf, winters could mean certain death, but Muses was vaguely unaware of the dangers she currently faced. All that mattered to her now was that there was a stranger just up ahead, cleverly taking shelter behind a hill. Loping forward, the pale wolf approached with ease, bright smile lighting up her masked face.

"Hello," She greeted from a distance, politely keeping her head and tail at mid-level. "I was wondering if you had time to help me out." Her hopeful query rose in earnest, and she gave a little shake of the tail. The male certainly did not appear to be asking for company, but Muses hoped that he could spare her a moment of his time.