Whitebark Stream Time to get some pistols and a doctor on site

From the trees came a pale wolf, who paused upon noticing the lingering youth at his borders. Artyom took a moment to observe, ivory tail straightened behind him and ears pricked forward curiously.

He maintained a certain stiffness as he drew near, earthen gaze sweeping the youngster's unfamiliar frame before it settled on her sharp features. To her he offered a soft woof in greeting, first testing how she would react to his arrival before he would investigate her loitering.