lucid dreaming

Thought it'd be awesome to have these two meet again :D And Sen would love to sink her teeth into some noisy birds.

In all the time since she'd arrived in the Teekon Wilds, that raven colored wolf had yet to explore the mountain range. She'd been born and raised on a mountain range, and had settled at the Glacier due to how familiar is was to home. So it was odd that she'd yet to visit the rocky terrain only a few days travel from her home—until now, that is. She'd caught sight of the peaks for what felt like the millionth time during her visit to Duck Lake and, acting on a whim, decided to head towards them. The terrain was like home, letting her know just where to place her paws to keep from tumbling down, and she enjoyed it. Sen actually enjoyed climbing mountains.

The trek had still been a long one, despite her memory of how to navigate such a land form, but it was all worth it. As she started to descend the mountains, she soon reached a rather nice looking place. It looked as if it had several watery depths to it, though each had a thin layer of ice over top; save for the places where other creatures ha broken through to hydrate themselves. Sen hadn't needed to walk very long, either, before a sound entered her ears. It sounded like a... honk? To say she was annoyed would be an understatement. She'd disliked the Lake so much because of the noisy birds, now here she was in a space that held even more noisy cretins.

Sen had been tempted to chase them, she really had, but something stopped her. A scent. It was familiar, but she couldn't put a face or name to it right away. Still, she knew she'd smelled it somewhere before, that she'd met the owner of the scent before. Turning about quietly, she scanned the area with her amber eyes, but stopped when they landed on a grey scale body that looked to be backing away from the living noise-makers. The grey scale girl... There was only one who fit both the scent and the look, and it was the wolf who had shared a space with her back around the time she'd first entered the Wilds. Oh, what was her name? Sen had to think for a moment, trying to remember the day a storm had decided to appear out of thin air. Crëyr! That was it, that was her name! The dark lupine was glad to have remembered, and slowly made her way towards her long-ago savior. “Crëyr?” she inquired quietly, not wanting to seem like a fool if she was wrong, or frighten off the geese the other girl seemed to be focused on.