Verdigris Ravine burning low.

Liri moved swiftly along the riverside, but paused when she heard the coyote's call. She frowned as she looked around until her gaze landed on the stranger. Her ears swiveled forward to listen, noting the strange vocal pattern as almost alien, though she understood each of the words. She didn't know what Tribe people were, but was wise enough to assume it was likely this coyote's clan.

Valiria Redsand was not so prideful as to not notice the scent markings of those she deemed to be beneath her, as she did her canine cousins, but she didn't particularly pay them much mind since they were lesser in her mind. It would've been like respecting the boundaries of a raccoon—utter nonsense.

"No," Liri said, her manner just as short and to the point as it always had been. Deciding there was nothing more that needed discussing, the white wolf made to continue on her way.