Big Salmon Lake descended from the rift

In these days, she did not often come across neutral turf wolves away from her mountain and even when she did, their approaches were not often like his--not quite so forward, and friendly. This shade of unpredictability noted with a flick of her ears, she began to draw up her own height better. Although she was wary, judging by the squint of her eyes, she had her quiet confidence about her too in the rest of her posture meant to say, albeit subtly: not someone to mess with.

But his boldness would have her give him any time at all. For now, she was staying still. She was curious enough in return to offer that much. "Around the lake," she answered, swinging her muzzle at the body of water. A convenient enough answer that she might even see herself adhering to, she supposed, although was loathe to tell him too much too soon--and freely. "And you?" Redhawk, or so she believed as she sniffed pointedly in his direction. A lot had changed for the Caldera pack since she had personally smelled them last.