Bramblepoint A thorn for your troubles

Now, she wasn't one to think of thorns as souvenirs. With a light chuckle Vale shook her head. She paused a moment to examine her own pelt, raked by the brambles with more than a few clingers. A furrow met her brow. Well now, she had plenty of keepsakes of her own. A short puff of air passed from her nose as she returned her attention back to the other wolf. 

No, that I am not. Vale's tail brushed against the ground as she settled back into her own space. I was born outside of these lands. A mountain range that had a tendency to collect fog.

The crease that had previously tugged at her brow fell away, her head lifting as her ears turned forward intently. He is not born of Teekon either. Vale was not a wolf to hide her intrigue. But, she was a wolf raised to have good manners. 

My name is Vale Enid. I'm looking to learn more about these lands here. Maybe find a home if it suits me. May I ask for your name, fellow wanderer?