Whitefish River into your heart, into your soul

As she continued to explore the breadth of the Sunspires, Exousia detoured on a westerly whim, skirting the markings of a pack and eventually coming to travel along the length of a river in the early hours of a snowbound sunrise. The steel virago kept her head bowed beneath the softfall of frozen crystals, all of her senses scanning for the presence of prey.

But, as time and time again would prove, she crossed the scent-trail of another wolf instead. Audacious curiosity drove her forward, seeking the source of the smell until she could see a figure in the dawnlight, their dark coat framed by the pale flakes drifting earthward.

She called out to the wolf, her accent clear on the quiet morning air. Hail, stranger! She kept her distance, waiting to see the other’s mood, their general temperament, before venturing any closer.