Arrow Lake falling down a rabbit hole

He stared at her further, watched as she shifted and rolled her gaze over him. Her eyes were like the sky, like the ice below them. They too were hard and cold, but they held a light of amusement in them that matched the grin worn on her lips. Raheerah only tilted his head in response, but her observation birthed an inevitable satisfaction that leaked into the creases of his visage. His own lips began to twist into a sneer; she could see well the very essence of the monster, and that pleased him. Few openly admitted to his imposing air, even fewer dared to acknowledge it. He liked her.

But she didn't smell like the valley. Only recently they had set their scents into the Earth, and he was accepting of wolves that did not bear a scent of their own. This one did carry a scent, that of others, of a different land. It begged the question of what she was doing here, and he supposed that was enough of a reason for him to have approached her. "Yoouu tread daangerously close to the Vale." He pointed out, but made no effort to gesture which direction this Vale lay - he would prefer to keep it secret, for now, assuming she didn't already know where it was. If that was the case, then he would have no need to direct her to it.

His tail swung behind him and he dared to step even closer. The ice groaned beneath his weight, crackling like thunder but not daring to release him to the waters, no, not yet. He ignored the ice below and fixed his gaze on her. "Yoou are no meeere waanderer." Raheerah added curiously, requesting of her identity. It should only be natural that he wondered of the dangers lurking outside of his new home.