Silvertip Mountain Scream to the gods that you have lost

Agana approached the emotionaly-wounded she-wolf, entering her safe zone with caution. Golden gaze examined the stranger carefully, and sat down in front of her, questioning.

“What are you doing here in the cold, and also alone?” Perhaps the stranger did not want to answer. Maybe she even scared her; something of the two. Her intentions were not to hurt her, no. Agana was concerned; concerned this stranger might die here and she could have done something to stop it.

“Did you get lost?” She seemed as fi she had no idea where she was. Probably it was true? The beige woman waited patiently for the stranger to reveal the answers to her question.