Dawnlark Plains you speak of destiny as if it was fixed

Me too! <33

The chuff was more than sufficient at drawing the attention of the dark wolf. His head craned back until he had fixed his sights on the white figure. For a moment, Brave wondered if he had met this wolf before and had simply forgotten their name. When he turned entirely, he realized that the figure was unfamiliar to him and his mind was eased. She seemed almost like a spirit standing there with the backdrop of the plains and nothing more.
 
Aiming himself toward her, the swarthy young male moved at a relaxed pace. When they had only a yard or more of space between them, Brave drew his crown upward and cast a squinted smile in her direction. This was his attempt to show that he meant no harm and would not mind the companionship, even from someone he did not know. “Name’s Brave,” the dark wolf introduced easily.