Broken Boulder Crucible of Broken Blouder

Leila hadn't had all that great of a time bringing herself across the span of Teekon, and it showed in her eyes more than her frame. Rabbits and other small prey had come past to her, but it was obvious she wasn't suited for always being alone, catching what she could run down. Spring was not her favorite flavor of seasons, nor was it useful when it came to her hunting. She was an artic paired wolf, and she was doing poorly by trying to not take on a stealth measurement to her tactics.

However, today was different. She had crossed a lake earlier, and if there was one thing the exotic Paar had taught her, it was how to fish. She had filled her belly with the easy meal, and her gait was gay, near springy as she kept about her gentle lope through the forest. None of her problems were shown upon her sleve, and with mint crested eyes she took on the new sights.

The dainty wolfess was within meters of another wolf, and with light tones, she greeted the fellow lupine.

"Hello," she began just as he was starting to turn away. Her white ears flicked back, lightly abashed by the action before they flicked back to face where it was he was heading. Was there something amiss? Her auds locked on the hurt yowling of another wolf, though this was the sounds of an infant. She turned a mint stare to the russet, wondering what was going on.