Nova Peak doomsday party

A peculiar sound prompted Cambria to slow his step, then stop. His ears quivered as he listened, eyes combing the gloomy air. His nose twitched too, searching for any olfactory clues, though the air barely stirred on this breathless evening. He caught nothing of note.

But then his eyes happened to raise slightly to an outcropping above him, where the last vestiges of sunlight caught on pale patches of what looked like fur. It took Cambria a solid fifteen seconds to make sense of what he was seeing: the shape of a fellow canine, with some sandy golds in her coat that stood out when the rest of her pelt blended almost eerily with the falling night.

He stared for several beats, trying to get the measure of this stranger. He sensed that she was huge, though his limited senses of sight and smell did not offer much further guidance. Cambria would have to resort to using his tongue. (No, he would not taste the unfamiliar she-wolf with it.)

Hello, he began, taking a tentative step forward on his lower shelf of rock, I’m Cambria.

Before he bothered saying anything else, he waved his tail once to indicate his friendly intent. Then Cambria waited, body tense and eyes watchful, for an introduction or any other indication of her own nature.