Blacktail Deer Plateau And with that shadow upon the ground,

From a distance the woman called out to her. Valmúa lifted a lip in annoyance, but her tail dropped slowly. The other was cool and calm, though at attention. The ginger northerner exhaled sharply through her nose, huffing, followed by a lick of her grey lips. Where is this? What is it called? The questions where abrupt and without apology.
The forest was new to her, but so was the whole of the park. She had come from afar chasing the hringja, which called like a voice to her every day. The whispers from the trees were foreign, just as the wolf who spoke the common tongue was.
The red woman kept herself stiff, though she motioned to the forest trees and even the sky above, asking the name of this new and natural place. It was a place without her kin, save for two she knew must be somewhere.