Iktome Plains an ode to silence

Minutes passed by without so much as another wayward soul to cross him, which left him plenty of time to kick at stones in the pathway. He didn't expect much in the way of resistance out here to begin with, seeing how the weather was less than favorable and far more interesting things no doubt lied further inland. In what short time Dirge had spent on the coast he had come to the conclusion that the coast did not seem the most likely place to find other wolves. It simply lacked the usual environment and amenities that smarter creatures would call home. Or alternatively, creature comforts. Still, it was definitely worth the venture there, a landscape most unusual to log in memory. Plus, there was always the draw of hidden gems to be found as well, and even he could not resist that allure.

As it were, such a potential gem arose from a nearby rise. The last few of his previous encountered both writ and not were the same—a call out to him intenting to pull his attention. This time it wasn't some she-wolf cloaked in ivory, but rather the opposite, and this time they weren't entirely in shouting distance. So his steps came to a progressive halt to regard her, an inky blot against a pale sky, and there was not much more he could tell from that. He barked back; whether they were friend or foe mattered not to him. He'd soon find out.