Radlands

A low growl cut through the silent snowfall as a large, golden creature crested one of the many outcroppings on Sunspire's side. Tuwawi's sky grey eyes narrowed with a distrustful look, regarding the ominous she wolf with careful intent. Her narrow muzzle lifted to scent the air in an attempt to discern if this wolf was friend or foe, but found her to be neither. Already uncomfortable on the mountain, Tuwawi shifted. "'Lo," she said easily in her husky voice.

Physically, the other woman was everything Tuwawi was not. Large, study, and formidable... the smaller Neverwinter Phi appeared to be but a yearling besides her, weighing in at only 75 pounds. She was not a mountain wolf, but rather one who preferred the open space of the plains.

"Enjoying the snow?" Tuwawi chuffed in an attempt to make small chit chat, something that she was out of practice. A wry smile crept onto her maw, eying the cliff side with an aloof gaze.