Lion Head Mesa piano sonata no. 3

After hearing @Towhee mention a pack settling at the Mesa, Sphyrapicus' interest was piqued. She had only visited Brecheliant before, and that was a very different pack than a stranger's pack. There was something alluring to it. Sphyra remained professional, though, of course - she mostly wanted to check it out to learn more about foreign packs. Maybe their guardians had ideas of their own that they were willing to share. At the very least, she might learn something about being diplomatic.

Without informing anyone — she was pretty much grown up by now, after all, so she didn't need anyone to know where she was all the time — Sphyra set out towards the Mesa. It seemed to grow with every moment that she came closer to it. It'd looked so much smaller from the Caldera!

Once Sphyra noticed that the scent of other wolves grew thicker — mingled with an unusual dose of coyote, oddly — she halted her approach of the mesa. Sphyra didn't howl, for now, because she wasn't here on official business or anything, but she hoped that someone'd find her, anyway, so she could learn more about this place.