Undecided
It was very quiet, perfect for Solveiga to think. In the end, she went with the choice that seemed best for her. Join a pack, have a warm place to sleep at night with other pack members for protection and a job to which she could dedicate her time. She would miss the freedom of exploring like a pup, but then again she wasn't a pup anymore. It was time to move on. Solveiga pulled her eyes away from the depths of the pool, looking up instead at the waterfalls above her, their fall sending a light mist into the air that barely kissed her fur. She was about to close her eyes and perhaps rest for a moment when suddenly a flash of color caught her eye, not far away.
Before her was a man, making his way down to the pool as she had done moments ago. His fur was a very warm brown, nearly the color of the ochre leaves of autumn. He came to the pool she was sitting at and helped himself to a drink before looking around. She knew he must have seen her, and yet he made no attempt to speak to her or introduce himself. Fair enough. Color her intrigued.
The old Solveiga would never have been the first to break the silence. Silence had been like a close friend to her. But this was a new Solveiga, one that had been bred from a year of fresh independence. She tilted her head to the side a bit to watch the man a moment longer, and then her jaws parted to send forth a soft bark in greeting. Perhaps he would answer, and perhaps he would not. So she waited.
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