Morningside Cuesta sons & daughters

there, alone in the colouring grey of the morning, stands another figure. she pauses, thoughts of the hunt set aside for a moment as she straightens. his appearance is unfamiliar, distinguishing enough that she certainly would have remembered if she'd met the stranger before. 

she chuffs, an easy greeting, and she comes to a stop. he appears friendly enough, and in a moment, her tail echoes his own. "good morning," she calls, on a whim, guessing, "are you from legion?" their neighbours are the next nearest pack, and the cuesta has always been a good hunting ground.