precious and fragile things

it's fine!



A soft wind blew from a southwesterly direction, cooling the stagnant air and bringing several scents to Dovev's nostrils. He could discern the pack boundary and the aromas from beyond, including the lake and it's surrounding forests. The mountains of Sunspire rose in that direction, basked in yellow-blue from the mostly clear skies. Even if it had only been a month since Dovev had come across the Creek, he felt at home in the wide open prairie and sparse forest, with the mountains standing like sentinels in an intangible distance, never wavering in their location. He liked that sort of stability they brought to the earth, as if not even the powerful force of death could stir their stagnant stone roots from the soil.

He cocked his head to the left to address her question, relaxing in her amiable company. From the North. A wolf of the Tuq, he responded, gesturing with a point of his nose in said direction. Placid gray eyes had noticed Falwasi's lean and long-legged frame, and wondered if she hailed from a warmer climate.
And you?