Ocean's Breath Plateau Mystery

silence settles between them for a time as the woman continues her meal, so he averts his gaze. he's content to watch the scenery as she eats, tail still beating lazily against the snow-dusted earth as he gazes round. winter's approach has cast a greyness over the land, a dreary haze of cold and quiet that chills deep into the bones, yet he finds he almost prefers it. there is a certain elegance unique to winter, he thinks — but before he can think any more of it, his thoughts are interrupted as the pale wolf abruptly introduces herself. he glances to her with ears perked, listening intently as she speaks. skydance — it's possibly the loveliest name he's ever heard, and he wishes he could tell her as much. instead his tail beats a little faster and he flicks an ear in acknowledgement, gaze sympathetic and inviting. he can only hope she doesn't find the one-sided conversation too off-putting.