Shadow Mountain grandiose

it is almost impossible to tell distinct details in the swarming shadows of the cave but praimfaya can make out a silhouette, the gleam of grey eyes. it is enough to assure the wanheda that the other occupant of the cave is of her own ilk; though it is not enough to entirely abate her caution. she knows better than most that wolves can be plenty territorial over lands they 'occupy' whether claim is official or not — she bears the scars of such an altercation with pride despite how close to dying she came. some wolves can be very territorial. praimfaya murmurs aloud, giving voice to her train of thought. from the woman's words, it would be easy to assume that she wasn't such wolf. still, praimfaya is hesitant to assume.

only until the rain lessens. praimfaya answers, quick to assure that she does not intend to stay for any real length of time. to climb down now would be treacherous. and not a risk she was willing to take, though she wonders if she is just being redundant stating it out loud for surely the woman is well aware of the dangers of trekking down a mountain in the pouring rain.

i'm praimfaya. she offers her name after a few beats, deciding that names was the very least they could exchange while they were here.