Redtail Rise the landscape garden

the appearance of a dark, hulking figure on the horizon sent a growl simmering at the base of her throat, like a volcano ready to erupt. she stares hard at the approaching wolf until they give her a nod, and even then, she doesn't let down her guard, only gestures for the figure to come closer.

you are? she barks—the echo of her greeting to the big pale man, but more pointed, imperious.

this wolf reminds her of some creature from Ursus, gangly and savage, something pulled from the earth. she inhales deeply at the thought, looking for traces of her father or brother on the pelt, but finds nothing.