Sheepeater Cliff The hot girl in your comp sci' class

─────── She had wanted to see the sheep. Heard of the wild-horned ovines and was immediately filled with that childish curiosity. Insisted that Reign really, truly, did not have to come with her for this. The familiar drag of embarrassment had slowed her once eager steps down, focusing solely upon the paled paws that had belonged to her and pointedly ignoring Reign's glances. They didn't need to attend to all of Ellansis's silly wishes and desires, they've probably already seen sheep before. The doubt never seemed to leave, far too worried about troubling her companion to notice they had arrived.

Yet, it seems they are not alone. Which is new, for her, at least. Reign had been the only wolf in miles, truly been the only wolf she's really seen for seasons. There's a quick, subtle comparison between the two. The strangely-scented male, earthly-colored and adorned with a heavy scowl. Then Reign. Thick fur of kohl and a tongue as sharp as barbs, with only Ellansis to escape their wild grasp.

It makes sense to when Ellansis immediately goes to close rank with her companion. Resembling a shy cub retreating to the safety of their mother, because that's just what Ellansis did. Hid. Hiding is easy, running away keeps her life moving. Yet the wolf does not seem to stir much in their arrival, or seem too interested in letting loose. Tense, maybe.

"Nice View?" Is all Ellansis offers, choking up the two words to try and extend an olive branch. She doesn't know how Reign will react, if Reign will react. But Ellansis doesn't want to take the risk that the larger beast will delve into confrontation or not. Besides, he looks fine enough. Not that Ellansis will inch closer, but at least it's still calm in the jagged land.