Blacktail Deer Plateau For memories of years of yore

Malila moved only two steps closer on her delicate paws. Her ears twitched. Still no sign of Veran yet. The wolf seemed very much relaxed, content to bask in the beauty of nature. "Oh, my companion and I were just passing through. He is back a ways, I think."

"My name is Malila." Her tail brushed against her hocks in a gentle wag. A pang reminded her again of her hunger. "Say, Gunnar...you didn't happen to spot an easy meal close by, have you?" She looked sheepish. "I'm afraid my hunting skills leave a lot to be desired."