Gyrfalcon's Keep So let the river run.

This one was a girl of very few words. The duo watched one another, curious but cautious, seemingly unsure how to address the situation they'd found themselves in. Following the golden wolfess' casual "thank you", the pale-eyed Frostfur dipped her muzzle in acknowledgement.

Silence hung over them once more and the stranger continued to hover over her carcass. Durnehviir inhaled, torn between leaving her to continue picking at the deer remains or to continue tip-toeing around assessing her as a potential comrade. She decided to attempt the latter option: "my name is Durnehviir. Do you travel alone?".