Blacktail Deer Plateau deep breaths

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She listened and watched every facet of the surroundings as they passed by, abiotic and otherwise. So close to so many wolves was potentially risky in many ways, and while she was content to soak in the scenery, she had to keep her attention divided in case her loneliness was particularly short-lived.

Soon, a familiar sight and voice. He was easy to recall from the mountainside. A flatterer of a wolf, true, but certainly a face she could tolerate seeing again. Her roving slowed up. The pale-coated male became her focus. Ah, Ariston, she hummed in greeting as she watched him and his posturing. It has been a moment. It was hard not to wonder how he had fared since weeks back when they had first met She remained neutral, with a stance that was to look relaxed despite her keenness. Someone like herself rarely spent time so close to pack claims so she would be adjusting as needed... if needed.

I came to investigate the pack for myself, but I did not necessarily expect a familiar face to find me, she said. He was one of the very few pack wolves she could claim to know and judging by the smells here, this pack was not a tiny one at present.