Porcupine Ridge Go ask the dust for any answers

She hated mountains.  She had not missed Sunspire if for one reason and one reason only: getting across a bunch of rocks wasn't exactly what she would call her forte.  Her eyes were narrowed, head held down as she stuck her paws out tentatively searching for footholds.

After a few hours of that, she saw a glen tucked in the ridge.  Good.  Good, she deserved to be able to rest.  She traversed down the side of the mountain and sought after the water only to find a beast of a man there instead.  She kept her distance and chuffed, scenting the air.  He smelled like a pack, but as far as she knew there hadn't been any close by; her head tilted in confusion but she'd wait to speak.