Dragoncrest Cliffs look what you've done

the others immediate openness warmed deirdre to her core, and she waited no longer to step alongside her, nose moving toward the others nape to innocently sniff at it to know the other better. scents told deirdre that the other had seen many, but ran with none that she knew; she wondered if this perfect stranger ran alone, or if she had found others to hunt with.

to be greeted as a winter wolf was not wrong to deirdre, who had been born late-december and so could be considered such a thing. that she was stark snow-white in complexion was not something deirdre was entirely aware of; she had never admired herself by way of reflection, and she would be shocked to know of her own exquisite beauty. deirdre was humble and soft, having no ideas of the beauty she possessed. even if she were to know, it would matter little to her.

i am not, she admitted, her voice gentle as she admitted this, these are the cliffs that border the forest not so far from us--donnelaith, she gestured toward the land that she had inherited, a great measure of love in her voice as she spoke of the trees she had indicated toward the other she-wolf. at the others mention of this being a lake, deirdre smiled kindly, her tail waving. she was not at all condescending when she corrected the others train of thought: i have heard that these waters are called the ocean. it cannot be drank from, or you may fall ill, she forewarned. there are also mysterious creatures in its depths--fish like those i have never seen in riverwater, or lakes, she was happy to share this knowledge with the other, always keen to help when others were in need... and even when they were not.