Dawnlark Plains I'll see what tomorrow brings

"Is interesting?" came a thickly accented voice "dis rock?" Zola appears near him, but not enough to touch. She stands a respectful distance back, eyes focused on the man and his rock. A brow was raised, wondering if these wolves held reverence for even small things. However, he appeared to be looking for something.

And she wondered what exactly that was. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary from this rock, she focused on the man instead. The woman's head tilts to the side, waiting his answer. She rather hoped he was, what was the word, polite? Yes? Her people believed there was a soul in every inch of the world. Even a pebble had right to exist.