Cerulean Cape there's your obstacle.

If there was one thing Maia hated worse than being hungry, it was being wet.  Though that order would probably switch again if she hadn't just eaten... and wasn't currently wet.    She shivered in the fall breeze and paused to fluff out, groaning in annoyance.  Why did winter have to be a thing? Summer was so niceeee.

Maybe I can convince Wraen we should go somewhere warm, she mused quietly.  But, honestly, the image of the north with huge expanses of snow and huge bears and warrior wolves was SUPER appealing.  It just came with cold, and cold was awful.  D'you think a place exists with warm snow?  Sand is kind of like warm snow...

Maia shook her head and chuckled to herself, then looked up.  She stopped short when she saw a wolf ahead.  Hold on.... HEY I KNOW YOU!  She bellowed.  She knew that stripe, but from this far away, she couldn't exactly tell who it was or put a name to it.