Blacktail Deer Plateau bluewater

Baldr wasn't exactly as fleet-of-foot as she would have liked for him to be at three months, but Solveig didn't worry when he dropped behind. He'd figure things out on his own and wander back to the Rendez-vous site eventually, likely full of smells and stories. She didn't worry about him leaving the territory as most of their current claim was still new to him. Lots of scents for him to learn, and plenty of prey to start stalking. 

When she heard his call, though, she headed back, curious to see what he'd found. He wasn't a terribly loud child, so she took his summons seriously, and was impressed to see him holding his ground (albeit in probably too relaxed and trusting a manner for a border guardian) with a stranger in the distance. 

She uttered a low woof to him as she approached, and nudged him so that he would rise to his feet. "Your form, Baldr," She reminded him quietly, before she turned her gaze to the woman in the distance. 

She was the colour of fields in autumn, the gold of straw and the cream of cornsilk. She flicked her ears forward. "Come closer, if you would like," She called out.