Porcupine Ridge Runaway Slave

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The idea of investigating hunting beyond the Sunspire was what lured her past the borders. It was an unknown scent upon the neutral turfs that gave her path more clear and precise purpose, and one that guided her upward onto the ridge. While not as confident on these rocky surfaces as she was on the Sunspire, her mountain-trained paws took to it easily.

Her muzzle was lifted and she drew in a deep breath, drinking in the mountain, the humidity, and the dash of the strange wolf she was tracking. Soon, her forward progress brought her within sight of the other -- a young, tawny-hued wolf.

Ame paused within eyesight to watch and listen just a stone's throw down from the stranger. She chuffed to announce herself, unsure if the juvenile may bolt or respond accordingly, so she waited to see.