Alpine Lake enter these gates

Now she takes the time to rake her silver-metal gaze over the windswept girl, the sharp scrutiny of her scarlet king eyes, the way the sunlight reflects off of the moondust guard hairs.  She turns back for a second to the water, mumbles something in agreement, then shrugs.

You can say that.  I'd stay away from the woods up north.  This girl reminded her vaguely of Cassiopeia, and she really didn't want a repeat of that endeavor (even though that was her next stop, so long as this girl didn't also need help like... most wolves she encountered).  I live on a Plateau southwest from here.  Who are you?