Rising Sun Valley shouting the name of a foreigner's god

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She's wandered inland today, carrying with her a myriad of shells in colors both muted and bright, wrapped painstakingly in a broad leaf. It's morning when she starts, the sky bright and clear as she picks her way across the land and wonders how she'll get home. She'll figure it out, right?
It's later in the day when it starts to rain, but she doesn't regret her decision to go out today; it's light and feels nice, and by the time she passes into the forest she's covered in tiny crystalline droplets. She scents the other wolf a few beats before she spots her, catching the metallic tang of blood too and slowing automatically. She chuffs and dares a few steps forward so she's clearly in view, but stops there, waiting to see what reception she'll get; it seems the other is more or less done, but she prefers to err on the side of caution.