Kintla Flatlands we are the fortunate ones

Dante's handsome face floated through Osprey's head as she roamed the plateau's borders. She didn't even want to be a Warden and found patrols severely boring, yet the Gamma's interest in the trade made her want to give it a whirl, if only to have something in common with him. Maybe it would even impress him, what with her other two pursuits. It didn't occur to Junior that her preoccupation with it came at the expense of her other (actual) interests, particularly the Outrider trade. She couldn't very well explore if she was sticking close to home.

When she spotted a wolfish figure skulking in the flat lands below the plateau, Junior thankfully reverted to her usual interests without even thinking about it. Rather than stand her ground and make a point of making sure the stranger didn't come near the borders, like a Warden might do, she located the towpath that delivered her onto the unclaimed terrain below. Confidently, she strode toward the dark wolf, a female by scent... and familiar too, in a vague sort of way.

Squinting her telltale two-toned eyes, Junior demanded, "Hey, do I know you?" as she came to a stop a few feet from the older she-wolf.