Kintla Flatlands I need a walk…. A break.

Yes!

She turned around swiftly at the scent, and saw a she wolf of like size and her same build. She appeared to be gray with hints of burning red, spreading like wildfire from nose to tail. Her sides were warm, she had a well fed look to her…. She was surely not a loner was she?

She approached, tail wagging once in greeting. A warm smile on her face. She seemed very chill, she got nearer and sensed something upon her, multiple scents. One she knew, another she did not.

“Hello there, I’m Greyfalcon of RavensThorpe, you may call me Gyr….” She started, “who might you be seawoman?” She dubbed her as such, due to her smell of the sea and cliffs which she had once resided on temporarily under the watch and company of Heph.