Nova Peak operation ground and pound

Within moments, a wolf materialized, her golden fur quite the contrast against the rocky backdrop. Her markings immediately reminded him of @Etienne, though what didn’t make Cambria think of him these days? The yearling blinked at the she-wolf, clearing his throat and then, after a brief delay, pulling a face at her remark.

He didn’t dignify it with a response. Slowly, he pulled his eyes away from the living stranger and gazed at the dead one again. Cambria wondered again what might’ve killed him. And how long ago had it happened? There was very little flesh and fur still clinging to the bones, though scavengers had likely hastened the decomposition.

I wonder who he was, he murmured, retreating further and looking to the she-wolf again before adding, More importantly, I suppose, who are you? And what brings you here? Cambria only paused briefly before offering, I’m Cambria, from the rise, and gesturing at the southerly hummock.