Otter Creek Uncloudy day

She had meandered over the snow-capped mountain from the open plains of Rising Sun Valley, finally reaching her desired destination. With careful steps, Falwasi descended the face of the mountain, the marginal sized creek compared to Swiftcurrent Creek quietly trickling down the rocks and eventually giving way to a slightly louder rumble as it reached flat ground.

The grizzled golden wolf leapt off of the last niche in the rocky cascade, landing in the straw-like grass stealthily. She looked up, and her copper eyes saw a greyscale wolf standing ahead. He smelled of the Plateau, an amiable enough pack as far as she was concerned. Lasher, Saena... they'd both been pleasant wolves to be around, nothing about them discouraging. Maybe they were too nice. Instead of speaking, she gave the male a low chuff to acknowledge his presence, but nothing more.