Redsand Canyon the only way to do great work

She felt a thrill of excitement from her ears to her tail as she spotted the scarred older male, trotting towards him with a greeting bark. "You do not look well, friend." In truth they barely knew each other, but she liked him very much. 

Another had entered the Pass, one she had not met. Her golden crown dipped in greeting to the white she-wolf. Such bright, beautiful fur. "Greetings. We have not met, I assume?"