Ghost Lion Crag move out

The wolf traveled silently through the snow. She was blessed with a body well adapted to this climate - to worse climates, rather - and so this easy winter was not so hard for her. When the second call sounded she did pause, raise her head, and look around. There was likely some part of her that calculated the difference in position between herself and the song, although it was not a conscious part; but she was off again in moments, making a bee-line towards the voice as it died upon the wind.

Yet when she came upon the stranger's position she was struck by multiple realizations. The first being: this wolf was large. At first Miyax thought, it is a bear! And she lurched to a stop, then took a few stiff-legged steps closer. The second realization came when she spotted another set of eyes. There were two wolves here. She was outnumbered, and was made more restless by this fact.

The dark creature - the shadow with ursine proportions - she mentally named, Bearskin. The other, a tawny male, she did not get a good look at yet. He would go nameless for now. Miyax raised her nose and made some obvious motions with her face, trying to get their scent without getting too close, and then mewled an inviting note towards them both — but she stayed back due to a well-placed fear of ambush.