Emberflame Ridge no storms but all the friction

Grezig shook her head at the male’s words. “You were not intruding. These are unclaimed lands.” She looked around at the magnificent view that the male spoke of, shrugging. Grezig was not one to really notice or care about the beauty of nature. She was a wolf. She was constantly surrounded by nature—trees and rivers and hills and rocks. It had been a long time since she had seen something in nature that had truly astounded her, and she doubted she was ever see such a thing again. 

Wanting to keep the conversation going, she said, “I am Grezig. Who are you?”