Dragoncrest Cliffs god bless the daylight

Rosalyn ran the borders with an almost paranoid frequency, even as time passed. She rarely ventured from the cliffs outside of the occasional hunting trips, and she never went far enough to merit remaining overnight.  As winter lengthened, her protective drive ticked up, carried by expectations of spring and the tragedies weathered.

The shape of the stranger made her freeze, and she prepared to snarl before noting that he had made no move to enter.  It was strange to find a friendly wolf approaching silently, so she remained on edge as she took one step... then another.

What are you doing, lurking on our borders? she asked, her head lifting and turning so that she could glare at him with her singular eye.  There was no reason to be polite here.