Voz De La Innocente

She didn't just want time to herself, she needed it. That was what brought her here, to former Threar lands. The solemnity did not press down upon her, not today; she took it as an oppurtinity to explore, to just... do something by herself for once. This waterfall had that satisfaction. She wandered through the land, eyes glimmering as they took in the pools of water here and there, and the beautiful forest. It was truly stunning, and the sound of the gurgling, flowing water was music to the yearling's ears. She would follow it to the falls, spotting one of the bigger ones she had seen - and it seemed she was not the only one drawn to this place.

A sigh, perhaps one of aggravation, would be swallowed up by the sound of the water, and she'd approach the falls, surveying the wolf in front of her. A male, with quite the interesting fur patterns. Though... with her brilliantly red fur, she was no normal colored wolf. This male had an even more vibrant red than her, almost a bloody sort of red, except it was tinged with pink. It was... rather interesting. She'd step next to the stranger, her head dipping down into the water to lap at it. She debated saying something; now that she had gotten close, the aversion to the company was not all that as she thought it was - perhaps it was due to the fact this was a stranger.

"Speech" "Language"