Blacktail Deer Plateau ~Living, contemplating lonesome~

She concluded the first part of her border patrol, the would take a small rest break and continue eastward to that side of the plateau.

She would find her way to an area sparse with trees nearing the very edges of the land, there she had spotted a large resting figure. Nearing ever close, the figure upon the rock was Reyson. A man she had met back when the two packs merged into one.

Now she didn’t know much about him and his family life, but she had spoken with him about his highly decorated warrior past. She approached, a respectful bow of her head and a gentle swish of her tail. Greeting him she said, “Hello Reyson, how do you fare? Your family?”