Stone Circle accipitridae

It was freeing, in a way, to be so far from the sea. Even if she'd broken her heart over it several times since veering away from the coast. Drawing further inland, the coywolf's coat lost the sharp tang of salt water. Each day, she breathed a little easier, feeling lighter and lighter away from the oppressive power of the sea.

She stood now at the borders of the first pack she'd come across. They stood directly in her path, and although it was no difficult thing to change course or simply go around them, the girl's curiosity kept her rooted in place. She lifted her dark muzzle into the breeze to try and catch more of their scents, and then spent a long moment scanning what she could see of the territory from the small hill she stood atop.

It had been a long time since she'd had company. Longer still since she'd spoken to a wolf that was not of her own blood. She'd so rarely been allowed to meet visitors...

With no small level of trepidation, Anhinga lifted her head to give a querying howl: Hello? Is anyone near?