Flycatcher Downs don't say yes, run away now

Valiria had loitered in the Vale doing nothing for long enough. It was time to begin the search for her father. She had delayed for a while, but eventually she had realized that it was only fear holding her back—fear for what she might discover about her family's fate. But Liri refused to be a coward, and so she set out on her own early that morning to search the lands to the East.

The white wolf had gone South first and crept her way around the mountains, emerging in a Meadow that was picturesque and beautiful, but held no sign of her family. She needed to seek out the area's packs to ask them for news, but she didn't actually know where to find any. It was a question she could easily have asked someone in Epoch, but she still lived on the fringes of their ranks—avoiding them all as best as she could, though not even she could explain why she was doing that.

The land she walked through now was not so picturesque, but it was irrelevant. All that told Liri was that she was unlikely to find a pack residing here, and the near complete lack of scent markings confirmed as much. So, when she spotted the grey figure moving across the landscape, she was quite surprised. Without hesitation, Liri lifted her head to call to the stranger, hoping to stop her if only for a moment so she could ask her questions and then move on.