Greatwater Lake Cause perfect didn't feel so perfect

It was true, a harsh reality to serve to the more absent minded, but still the truth either way. A lone she-wolf traveling into uncharted land with no proper mapping of where she'd be going wasn't an ideal circumstance to be in when a deluge was just short of reeking havoc on any land that remained standing.

The speckled female would ask for Lunaria's homeland affiliation. There was once a place the fae called home (and that she secretly wished to return back to feel safe) but her feet carried her too far away for that to be a realistic outcome. "No, I don't. I left my home some time ago and ended up here. And I can't really tell you that I've found a set shelter as of yet..." Again, paying the mountains a visit once more was sound pretty damn promising right now. That is unless this lady had somthing to offer? "My name is Lunaria, a former hunteress of the Eagle Peak tribe. You?" Luna asked the she-wolf inquisitevly, tilting their head to look at them while they salvaged the mangled corpse.