Broken Boulder to break, to cleave, to mend

the woman greets her easily, and Dawn dips her head as the woman pauses a distance away. she thinks her at first one of Siarut's northeners, but at the white fur the similarities fade fast. she lacked their bulk and their fierce confidence, and is svelte and light. "hello," she offers now that the woman's broken the silence. "I'm Dawn." the woman's scent is a jumble of people and place that marks her easily enough as a traveller. she's lost her own desire for the unknown and twisting road ahead in recent, but that does not mean she'd grown past her desire for tales of the same. "are you new to the Wilds?" she thinks that wolves like Siarut, like the stranger, hail from beyond the northern edge of the Teekon, and this woman does not strike her as a native here.