Redtail Rise kouri

The summer of her childhood had often oppressed her, though the autumn of her adolescence saw Druid truly coming into her own. She was a flourishing young woman now, fleet of foot and keen to expand her horizons in every sense of the word. Many of her days were now spent outside of Rivenwood, roaming further and further away from the bypass, though always she returned home to her mother and sisters.

Druid jogged northwest today, the air brisk and the blue sky vaulting endlessly overhead. She trotted through Phoenix Maplewood, leaves crunching underfoot, then crossed Silver Moraine and the breadth of Dawnlark Plains. It was probably the furthest she had ever gone and she found herself confronted with a choice: should she explore the marsh to her left or the rise to her right?

As her mismatched eyes wandered between the two, weighing their merits, she did a double take when she saw the crimson figure at the base of the mountain. Choice thus made for her, Druid tentatively approached the other wolf, openly marveling at the stunningly beautiful shade of her pelt. She felt rather plain in comparison, which lent itself to her demure demeanor.

When she came within earshot, she paused and took a breath. Hello, she called out a little timidly.