Moonsong Glacier lamenting

Opalia hiked on her way undisturbed for a time, head low, and nostrils flaring over the strange surfaces as they passed beneath her. There was one scent fresher than most, reoccurring, and she noticed it more the closer she got to the body of water. When she found the lake, officially, she knew she was not alone any longer. It was the gray wolf, and the tracks matched him. He was still only one, at least, in her favor.

But still meandering along, she flashed him a narrowed glance over her shoulder. There was distance still and she knew he was following. In the relative open beside the shore, there was little else for her to do about it but keep it in mind. He didn't appear to be chasing her off like this was a claim, but.. it was not easy to pay the view much mind now.

The gona wanted to tell how long he would trail after her.. or how interested he was in warding her off. This at least ruled out major reactivity, but she couldn't help but feel wary about it still, because it could still turn. With an ear still turned his way, the Drakru moseyed on a while longer, gradually shortening her strides for a slow, eventual stop--would he overtake her? Come closer? Or keep the distance in tact? She finally dared to watch him from the corner of her eye, and let her nape prickle with her unease--though otherwise, she was a wary, deferential neutral. So you live here? she asked in a rough voice, almost adding now? for context of what she knew already. Moonspear had sheltered him, and she wondered why he got to survive the fever instead.