Horizon Ridge The curse of much knowledge is often indecision.

Constantine was not hesitant to approach, and made his way towards her with bold strides. She barked encouragingly and bounded forward to meet him, tail still waving excitedly at her rump.

It was as though she'd known him her whole life, the way she collided with him in a flurry of nips, whimpers and yips. Durnehviir reared her head up to meet him, delivering onto the much larger wolf's chin a number of delicate kisses - a display of both respect and affection. Constantine emitted a low rumble in return, preening the fur of her larger-than-average crimson ears, and the red-tipped dragoness shifted to lean herself snugly into his willing embrace. 

Again, she offered no words. There was nothing to say when actions themselves spoke so much. Durnehviir had promised to find him after she'd completed her own mission and, although she'd not yet solved the mystery of her missing family, she was not willing to waste this opportunity to move on.