Firestone Hot Springs sage of the inward eye

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Her ears switched forward, quivering in earnest curiosity to the greeting that was offered first. With that said, she edged even closer still so that she could get a good, thorough look at the other wolf, one dressed in gray-scale, with less of the steam obscuring her sights.

To the question, she nodded first. Indeed, these valleys were near to her roost. From not far. The mountain, and it came with a gesture towards the towering peak of the Sunspire. She did not deem it necessary to reveal the specifics, for if a wolf was from nearby, they would only know of one mountain-dwelling pack in that direction. And it was hers. And you? Same question. While she cursed the overbearing scent of the mist that made it difficult to discern this on her own.