Sun Mote Copse Should have bought myself a home when I was a fetus.

the life-bringer headed inland after finding nothing of note upon the coast, save a plateau territory that seemed to be recently abandoned by its wolves. these borders, however, are much fresher, if somewhat lacking in numbers based on scent. still, undoubtedly a current claim.

tziporah paces the length of what the copse denizens know as the northeast border, unsure of whether or not to call out. is this not, after all, why she has traveled so far? she cannot help but hesitate, though, after the poor interaction she'd endured at the tide pools.

the sound of thundering pawsteps and laughter make the decision for her. in the near distance, she spots a well-muscled woman dressed in black and white with splashes of red-orange, and what appears to be a young pup near her side. she barks loudly, seeking the wolf's attention, but does not move quite yet.

friend or foe? she'll find that out soon enough.