Cedar Sweep the light of the eyelid

The woman’s muzzle pointed to the earth in a polite gesture. She confirmed his guess, leaving him to wonder just how many more packs would be littered throughout the area. The sage wondered too, if any of the other leaders would be quite as personable as the stone-colored female.
 
She offered her name – Wraen – and her rank among her group. The word was not familiar to him, but the rogue was capable of determining her importance based on tone. Then, the emerald-eyed forest wolf regarded him with a questioning expression and asked for his own moniker.
 
“I am Ginko, a mushi master making my way through these lands,” the ashen voyager answered her pleasantly. It was then that the white-maned wolf drew his muzzle upward and searched the boughs of the trees overhead. “Have you and your Firebirds been here long?”