Dragoncrest Cliffs take it on the run, baby

If she’d known how many wolves were reminded of some sort of pale relative in their lives, Aure would have been flattered. But she was not the loner this brana had once known in someone else—she wasn’t as pristine. A single glance at her frenzied scars was enough for most to come to that conclusion.

With a slight dip of her head, Aure adverted her gaze almost apologetically, “Evening...” And for a moment, she did consider saying ‘no’ to the initial question. But, then again...

”I am, actually. Ze earth is too sodden in that hollow,” was her contribution to the search for a place to settle for the night. But her gaze was a tad too squinted; her body angled a bit too stiffly away from it. Chewing on her cheek to keep from letting her mind have a chance to dally, “It’s been pitiful pickings, so far. You either choose ze cliffs or hollows, like these.”

Having led a loner’s life for some time as well, she also felt hesitant; but finally took the first steps towards the darker she-wolf—who was also built with a heft, like many others here. Quite unlike her, and her own ridiculously small, pale stature.