Sun Mote Copse waterfalls

No matter how old she became, it was unlikely Seal would ever lose her genuine friendliness. It didn’t cross her mind that this might be a Strath wolf or a traveler with sinister intent. After all, the woman had a kind vibe about her, bolstered by her curvaceous shape. Seal saw much of herself in this stranger.

“Iope,” Seal repeated and comitted the name to memory with a wag of her tail.

“So you’re a traveller, then?” she asked, voice imbued with a light scottish brogue.

“I’ll make you a deal,” Seal offered, “I'll show you around our borders if you tell me a sight you’ve seen on your journies?” She hoped Iope would humor her. Seal loved trading tales.