Broken Antler Fen there's a fire, there's a flame

Excellent - I've disarmed her, Alya thought to herself, mentally giving an evil cackle. This girl - Dawn, apparently - would never suspect that Alya was the least self-deprecating wolf on the planet. What fun! "We're both princesses, then," said Alya with another wag of her tail. She closed the distance between herself and the other young shewolf, deciding the mood the mood was sufficiently friendly, and that this would not be taken as a threat.

"I am," Alya agreed, glad that Dawn was so quick to deduce her skill. "I tracked you all the way down here." Lie - she'd only encountered Dawn's scent a few miles back. "It is a shithole, though. Everything's wet - even when the weather's nice. And it's so flat. Who needs that?" asked Alya, openly disguested. Places that weren't mountains were so... charmless.