Nova Peak Skeptic

He would find her on her own, as she usually was, especially at night. And also keeping with her routine, she had been headed towards the path that would lead her up the mountain to the ledge she liked to perch on and watch the night go by. But as she neared the familiar opening between the evergreen trees, she spotted her friend in the distance, walking towards her. She had been meaning to talk to him about the pack meeting and everything that had happened. Wylla's plans had weighed heavy on the griff, and she didn't like the uncertainty of it all. She wasn't sure a fight would be the best course of action, but neither did she want dangerous wolves so close to them. What if they did cause problems for them?

She stopped and waited for him to get closer, dipping her head in greeting and smiling a little. When he was close enough, she would touch her nose to his shoulder. Good evening, she offered. I was headed up the mountain if you'd like to join me? She had much she wanted to discuss with him, and she felt most comfortable in her spot.