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The saffron woman was awed by such a majestic view. Perhaps the glaciel melt fed the wetland and creek to the south? Curiosity tingled at her spine demanding an adventure, but her body was tired and travel-worn. She had to be economical with her energy. Journeying alone left few options for game, and one set of jaws could only catch so much. It was a bitter reminder of the hard life a lone wolf led. Had it really been almost half a year since joining Swiftcurrent ranks? There, they had a team to rely on and full caches to expend - a cushy nest in a rich valley. Njal and herself would be starting from the ground up, and a litter of growing pups meant they had to work overtime.

A screeching hawk reeled overhead; just a dark stroke against a barely clouded sky. She watched him on the hunt for carrion and Tuwawi had half a mind to follow. However, she didn't realize company flirted nearby. 'Heil?' a young and rugged voice called. Quicksilver gaze locked onto the guest and evaluated his position with a cool demeanor. He was a pale creature adorned with cerulean eyes - an impressive youth by any measure; stark against the alpine greenery like a pressed orchid in the pages of a book. At first, Tuwawi thought of Nanuq and hear Shearwater wolves, for she too was a glistening alabaster creature with an impressive stature.

But what was the word he spoke? It sounded like hail... a greeting? The ember's ears orbited in question, posture slack and expression inviting. "Who're you?" was the first question that struck her lips, interested to know who walked these lands.