Firefly Ravine Americana

Scent of prey was mingled with the scent of predators. It seemed many wolves used this territory as a place of crossing from the Sequoia coast to the Taiga. Most notably, Njord could pick out the homogenous scent of packmates… but who? He had only met Kigipigak, who mentioned a pack forming “where the raven’s watched,” but the islander had absolutely no clue where that was. He was like a child in a new world and explored blindly, unaware of how many neighbors Rusalka actually had.

It wasn’t long until he came across a pair of wolves. Though they did not move together, they ranged in close proximity. Copper and fox colors wove through both of their pelts… mainland wolves sure had unique colorations. "Ahoy!" Njord called with a friendly wave of his red tail. The man's posture was relaxed and welcoming, unlike the mature woman with the icrey gaze. The yearling spoke up first, intonation cheeky and fun. Njord liked him already! "Aye, just snortin' dirt," he replied with a wink and a chuckle. "S'that your mum?" he asked, turning to the other sojourner with a cock of his head, wondering how a guy like that had such a bangin' hot mom.