Ocean's Breath Plateau If There's a Way

The lady wolf followed behind Meph, her long strides keeping up easily. The sun at her back, warming her gently - a subtle breeze. She sneezed with so many scents about. The smells were overwhelming; a hunger gnawing at her belly, not for food, but for adventure. 

In the distance, off the plains, she thought she scented the faint scent of deer. It had been many months since she'd last tasted such a creature, and many more since she'd been a part of a hunt that felled one. 

I come from ta far north, her r's rolled slightly from time to time, a chuckle on her breath. Meylodi couldn't remember when she'd learned the common tongue. Me paw pads' been cracked an' hardened since I was a wee lass. Thank ye fer ta warning, though.