Sunset Valley these wild hearts run

Her pathway forged on smoothly, leaving her to cruise comfortably and set her own pace across the fields. She was free to take it in as she pleased, and when a stranger's presence appeared on the edges of what she saw, she was quick to divert her attentions from the landscape to the oncoming wolf. Drageda had trained her to always be ready and even separated from their cliffs and the structure she had been born into then trained under there, these were not habits that would ever be quick to leave the yearling.

She eased her jog to a walk, then a slow stop shortly after her new company chuffed and came upon her with friendly-looking intent, with which she eyed him back promptly--her own neutrality plain to see, but underlined in a guarded tension just enough to be noticeable. Already, she wondered if he was one of Kiwi's mountain's sorts.. but scents weren't aligning quite the same from what she could tell so far.

For now, she just didn't know all that much, so, she steadied herself and chuffed back her own greeting: Hei, she said, having found that trigedasleng still substituted nicely for that much. As she did, she noticed his empty eye socket. Are you from near here? she asked first of all; he didn't express himself like a territorial wolf so far, but deep down, and still nursing a few fading bruises from the bear fight, Opalia wasn't in the market for trouble today.