Little Goat Mountain I love the mayhem more than the love

A shadow at the edges of her vision. Her ears flicked back once or twice, but Elphaba otherwise let the presence go unacknowledged for a moment. The wolf only watched.

Good place to set up camp, Elphie called, breaking their momentary stalemate in favor of approaching the other woman. Are you claiming it? There were no others that she could see, no other scents lingering quite so heavily, and that was odd to her. It usually took a pair to start a pack, didn't it?

She thought of Nox (weren't they a couple? Weren't they suited to this?), and quickly pushed that thought away.