Whitefish River A Sparrow Sits on the Backstep, Watching

The wolf seemed friendly, which was a relief. Though she had been told the pack would welcome her, it was still nerve wracking to walk up to the border of a stranger. Still, she needed training. She lowered herself submissively before speaking.

"I am Celara Argenti, of the Reneian Empire. I am here to train under Hieronymous." She waited slightly nervously for a response. The river kept flowing, the constant sound soothing. As Celara listened to the sound, she wondered. Why had the Empire split off from this place?  If the wolves were cruel, they would not be sister packs, and the territory was beautiful and undamaged. Had they just felt wanderlust, or was there something more? She would have to ask her mentor.