Axiom of Choice

Her and Tar had set up base on Obsideion beach, they had dug out her old den and made their home there, travelling out each day to search the surrounding lands methodically, searching for signs of her family, or wolves that might have heard of them or had known of the Donostrea pack. It was repetitive work, and felt hopeless after the first few days, with no trace of anything they sought. Tar had opted to hunt and she had slunk back to their den, searching for fresh bedding to soften the sand as she waited for his return.

It was on a trip back from the woods with a bundle of dry grass that she saw the intruder. She wasn't really an intruder, the pair of wolves had taken no claim to the land – they could not hold and keep it between the two of them, even if they wanted the responsibility, and it would get in the way of finding her family. Intruder was the wrong word to use, but it still put her hackles up. There was too many memories here, on the black-grained beach. Perhaps they should have set up base elsewhere, to avoid the feeling of possession.

She forced a friendly smile to her muzzle, and eyed the woman critically as she approached. “Greetings, stranger, do you have a moment?” she finished her approach and stopped a few feet out, giving each other space.