Sawtooth Spire to endure steadfastly;

it shouldn't surprise praimfaya that someone other than herself is out for a jaunt along the borders ...and yet, it does all the same. it was arrogant to think that she was the only sagtannet wolf awake at this hour and she feels only a slight rise of shame at herself as a voice calls out to her in the unstill shadows. she'd always thought of night as a time that had a life of its own and it is evidenced now in the soft sway of treelimbs and leaves, the shifting of shadows in the gentle breeze that — from her short time on sawtooth — never seems to truly relent.

she doesn't recognize the voice, but assumes that it is a fellow packmate all the same. i'm praimfaya, she calls back, frostbound gaze skimming for the figure of the other. i recently joined. she adds, figuring things would probably go smoother if dropped that ( rather important, probably ) tidbit of information.