Emberflame Ridge without a border between your lips

you get my 100th post! :D

The other wolf was downwind of him and would his hearing not be as acute as it is to make up for his partial blindness he might not have even realized they were within his vicinity. The crunch of snow under their weight as they takes a step back draws his right ear to the side of his head, his tracking skills coming into play as he attempts to judge the distance between them by sound. They have left plenty of room between them but the other moves no more unless — Wardruna deduces amusedly — they have learned to move with stealth. Haunting, jack-o-lantern gaze moves from his second-rate view as he peers over a broad shoulder, catching sight of the blonde wolf in the distance, Wardruna’s black, leathery nostrils flaring as he draws in the air attempting to discern the scent. Female, healthy as far as he could smell, lone.

It grows harder and harder for Wardruna to continue along the line of thought that his gods have abandoned him. Surely, surely he must hold their favor.

“Come and join me,” Wardruna invites her, gesturing to the vast stretch of view before him. In truth, he wants her to guide him to a safe place among the ridge that gives him a better view but is not so sure he is so willing to trust a stranger. He knows he should have brought one of his wives with him but he had not wanted to take them from whatever it was they’d been doing when he’d broken off from their small group to venture out as he does from time to time.