Neverwinter Forest -- ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ

Having taken her fill from her hunt with Drogon, Miyako trotted on into Neverwinter Forest, satiated and curious. With hunger kept at bay, she now felt that she could explore the thick forest and all it had to offer. She still felt as if she caught a faint whiff of saltwater from the coast, but it was buried amongst all the forest scents, and she was far enough away not to be triggered by the crash of waves on cliffs.

She trotted along, breathing the thick forest air in gulps, feeling refreshed. Breaking into a slow gallop, she weaved around the pines, looking for things to kill or other wolves to play with. Despite her age--just over two; far past childhood yet not quite elderly--she was feeling whimsical, mirth-filled energy stirring her into action. Despite herself, she smiled as she ran.

Then she came across his dark pelt, and came to a standstill. He was silent, hard as a stone, looking into the forest with icy blue eyes. Taking a shuddering breath, Miyako stepped forward, staring him down. She did not mean to intimidate; only to speculate, taking him in as much as she could before she disturbed the silence with her voice.

"Hhh. . ." Her greeting tailed off, awed by the impressive specimen before her. "Good evening," she murmured, willing her voice to remain steady. "What brings you here tonight?"

Too late, she noticed the other female standing close, and fell silent, one eyebrow raised. The handsome male had company, it seemed. No surprise there.