Dragoncrest Cliffs Blank open eyes

He hadn’t recalled the borders to be this active in the past.. 

Regardless, the old wolf rose from the puddle that accumulated on the stone floor below from the melted snow that once stuck to his fur. A fresh coating would be gathered on his trip out, he thought, and he should pick a new location to nap upon return. Or..to daydream, as he hadn’t been successful in actually sleeping. 

He’d seen no Mireille, not much of anyone else, either, so he figured it should be him to handle greeting duty. Which was unfortunate for whatever stranger got to be greeted by such an old, grumpy face. 

A short walk and only a few stumbles later, the old wolf breached the winter-worn tree line, met with a young wolf. Or, younger. Everyone seemed young to the old man. 

He carried a familiar scent, and maybe in his youth, he would’ve been able to recognize it. But his wit was reflected in his teeth. Dull, and growing duller. 

Also maybe in his youth he would’ve taken his shot with the wolf. A regal coat, nice build.. but those days were long gone, now, and he pushed the thought aside. 

“Welcome to Sapphique,” he said, taking a painstakingly slow seat on the frozen ground a few feet before the wolf. ”Pepper,” he said, nodding to him, then lifted his head with an expectant expression.