Sunset Valley Under the moon

She didn't mind the desolation, but understood the eeriness of being alone. She felt like in those moments though, they weren't alone- almost like someone, or something was watching. That feeling also gave her the motive to be on the move in a constant pace, otherwise Quest felt like she was being watched. So she nodded to the red wolf, understanding his reasons.

Recently the coywolf had taken the name Quest for herself, but she always found herself giving of different names to wolves. A spellbound, she didn't wish to be a memory, but a simple echo of a momentarily meeting, "call me Echo," she said, as he gave his own, perculiar name.

Though the other may be disappointed, as the winter wolf was not too talkative, "sure."