Blackfoot Forest harvest winds

No worries, just started classes this week so I may be a tad slow.

Judging by his reply, the male’s own plight was indistinguishably linked. Natural disasters were a common occurrence with the seasons and typically species of their likes were able to recover quickly from such calamities. It seemed like this particular year had an uptick in such natural misfortunes. Mother Earth could be unforgiving at any moment, changing the scape of the land as she saw fit. Speaking of his own hardships with quakes and storms, Zsuzsa could only offer a soft sway of her tail and silver eyes that reflected contrition. ”Were you the only survivor?” The sable female asked ruefully. Perhaps it was a delicate subject to tread upon depending on the trauma from the situation. If so, Zsuzsa could read between the lines of his response if he so wished not to elaborate further.
 
As for her, she was certain he was asking about her past. Shaking her head, she was quick to shoot down that notion. ”I prefer to stay running.” Zsuzsa said curtly. Nothing good was to be found in her past, despite it attempting to follow her into whatever new opportunities would be presented to her in the future. ”I came to these lands for new opportunity, hoping to establish some sort of permanency.” It was what all wolves aspired for, after all. While the Mackenzie greatly appreciated her solitude, there was a primal instinct in her that wanted to get back on track with some sort of purpose to assist a cause.
 
The male was offering out of the consideration of his good spirit to help, which of course Zsuzsa appreciated. A small smile formed on her muzzle, although her dark coat was good at concealing it unless she gave a wide smile to show her ivory fangs. ”Have you come across any others here? Any others meant any other packs. At this point in time she only knew of the Yuelong and perhaps this lone male had information to pass along about others.