Moonspear profi'r dyfroedd

Rather than some terrible beast attempting to invade the mountain, it was Yama that eventually found herself crossing paths with the male. Her nose was to the ground as she trailed after the scent of her father, having yet to realise that it was stale and Charon would not be waiting there at the end of her journey. Instead, she found herself staring at a different pale figure once she finally slowed to a stop and lifted her head, which she tilted seconds later as her inspection of the wolf began.

A sniff or two revealed the scent of  home clinging to him, thus she tossed away the option of requesting her parents’ presence. Still, she wasn’t entirely sure just yet of this new face. She’d never seen him around before, at least not that she could remember, and soon found herself wishing that she wasn’t alone with someone so unfamiliar—that she had someone there to key off of and figure out how exactly she was supposed to go about speaking to this male. Too bad for young Yama, she had no one at her side and was forced to work through the encounter on her own, using what she’d witnessed in the past as a guideline.

“Hi!” she chirped, tail wagging with a mix of uncertainty and friendly intentions. “Who’re you?” She wanted to ask why he was there, too, but didn’t because then she might be asked why  she was there and, well... she didn’t have an answer for that, and especially not one that she could give her parents, should the man think to summon them.