Blackfoot Forest harvest winds

I just learned the '@' tagging feature this morning. o_x

The male seemed taken by surprise by her unanticipated appearance. Her lithe figure remained in its neutral stance as he expressed regret for not knowing of the pack moniker. Adding his quip of if it was in an action of keeping away from such pack for detrimental reasons, Zsuzsa shook her head. ”Not a good thing for the Yuelong. A storm ravaged their territory and displaced their members, along with a group of pups.” She paused, considering the thought of the misplaced pups in mind away from the adults. Every worst-case scenario with that came into her mind, and a glint of concern shone in her steel-colored gaze. ”This is just what I heard from the grapevine to pass along.” The Mackenzie further alluded, not pledging any allegiance to the Yuelong but at least being civil to spread the word in case anyone else in the lone wolf realm encountered them during their current hardship.
 
A traveler, but not by choice. Instant common ground to be sought amongst the two wolves. ”That makes two of us then.” Zsuzsa remarked, letting her tail drop some in her own personal defeat. It wasn’t so much traveling and not so much solitude (as she adored her quiet times alone even amidst the company of a pack) but constantly having to glance over one’s shoulder and make sure her tracks weren’t readily detected. ”Have a past you are running away from as well?” Zsuzsa questioned, not sure if he was willing to share such personal information right off the bat, but it was an amicable ice-breaker nonetheless. Seemed like everyone was running away from something, whether it was from the past or in the current present. The Wilds surrounding them, however, seemed to be the lands of promised opportunity and a new beginning.