Hideaway Strath I was nineteen in a white dress

Have some Adlartok until her brother comes :)

Artok was out taking in the day. He had circled on some of the borders, and he had filled the caches a little. Now he was basking in the little rays of sun, but was roused as a lone howl filled the sky, and the silence.

Artok stood and stretched his shoulder tight. He began a shuffling gait, that turned into a heavy pawed lope, his one shoulder pronounced an ungainly limp in his stride. However, he moved quickly, and without thought, intent to get where he was going. Before he reached the border, he slowed his shuffling to a more languid pace, his body neutral completely. His limp still there, but he had owned it long ago.

The she wolf at the borders had called for Arashi, but she looked nothing like him. So he wondered at her knowledge of the general.

Hello.

He blinked at her. She had called for Arashi, but he wasn't going to make it that easy, as far as he was concerned she was still an intruder, despite that she hadn't crossed the border, and he would treat her as thus until he heard otherwise. But he wouldn't be cruel about it, merely wary.