Hello, My Old Heart [AW]

Wandering alone for the time being her cream mitts continued to trek. Across the terrain into mountains. With a flicker of her cream tipped black ears she glanced from her left to her right seeking out a pathway, because she did not dare climb the ginormous bit of rock. It wold take days, no moons to reach the peak, if one survived what looked to be a treacherous climb that one could so easily fall from. Here indeed she saw no easy way.

To her ears a voice traveled. One word alone. Someone's name she thought. But it was spoken in one of the wolf tongues. Curious, she turned toward the sound and padded a bit further to her right and spotted at least one other, they of a sort of monochrome hue. "Hello?" She spoke in low tone, worried that spoken too loudly they might unsettle the mountain itself somehow. For even mountains when one stood at its base could be dangerous if loose rock and boulder managed to roll down and fall atop one.