Blacktail Deer Plateau turning tables

fwd dated to present day (3/26) with permission from kit <3

Raleska had spent the last two weeks on the lam. It was not uncommon for her to wander - @Rosalyn likely understood more than most her need to get miles (and thoughts) under her belt - but it was time to go home.

She was close to the borders when a feminine voice cut through the plateau. Raleska had long since shed her outwardly aggressive demeanor in favor for something a bit more reserved: she wondered first and foremost, who this wolf was and did not immediately jump to hasty conclusions.

Coming across Kasatka, Raleska at first mistook her for Nieve. Only this one was closer to her own age, and paler too. She chuffed by way of greeting as she situated herself out of habit between the stranger and her pack, her somber eyes resting on the woman in patient query.