vue sur la mer

Flirting around the outskirts of the prairie had been the key plan for the day. Her paws had brought her close to the Phantom border, a marking that lay only in her head. It had been so long now that wind, rain, and time had washed away any evidence that a pack had ever lay here. She was wearing marks in the earth from her pacing, walking from the obsidian beach outskirts to that of the Prairie and back again. She didnt want to enter either territory, they held too many memories, and too little evidence of those times.

She would have stuck to the plan too, if the scent of a stranger hadn't rolled down wind. She paused, poised with her head to the wind, her large body held align and straight as she took in the information in the wind. A male wolf, a loner, perhaps, with a herbal touch to their scent. She felt a spark of anger at a stranger in her home, and qualched the thought immediately. He didn't know.
She decided on a different tact instead, and crossed over her imaginary border, hesitating for only the nearest of moments, her fur rippling as she shook it once, and then she was off. Her large paws swollow the ground between them, slowing when she was close so her appearance would not startle the smaller wolf.
"Hail, stranger!" She called out to ran his attention, strolling within hearing distance of him and continued on, stopping a few feet from where he had been sniffing in the grass in search of something "do you know anything about the history of this land? I'm seeking knowledge of the fate of a pack that resided her some seasons back" She explained herself.