Sawtooth Spire just what i had in mind

The initial suspicion was quickly confirmed. Ainhoa lifted her head once more, pleased to see the that blood had slowed to a dribble. She turned to the girl and nodded, Wintersbane? I thought so. The pair held an uncanny resemblance, equally flattering on either wolf. 

She turned and began to walk, assuming her company would follow. Well, I was hoping that there was moss hiding between the rocks — she turned a nod back toward their starting place — but I didn't get a very good look. Ainhoa lifted a brow to Q, softening it with a smile.

An afternoon walk sounded like a decent idea. She decided that the girl seemed decent enough, and a little exploration wouldn't hurt. After you, she instructed, slowing to follow behind.