I'm Going Viral

The wolf that appeared to answer her call would likely have surprised most wolves with his coloration, but it was not far off the bright red coloration that Gwen's own father had displayed, so it wasn't the bright color itself that made her do a bit of a double take, rather it was from the startled, half-formed notion that somehow it was her father, a notion that died immediately. She shook her head with a rueful grimace. Wishful thinking, to be sure. She studied the wolf as he came closer. Young, strong, and very, very tall, his was one of the scents on the scent marker that was so oddly familiar despite clearly being a stranger.

At his name, her ears came stiffly forward from their previously relaxed position. Adravendi? Was he perhaps somehow a relative after all? That bright red coat was quite similar to Maverick's. But why would a child or grandchild of Maverick use only Epiphron's name? They had always used Adravendi-Mathias, though perhaps the younger generations had shortened it for ease. It was rather a mouthful...

Despite the questions that had been raised in her mind, Gwenevere calmly mimicked his pose, relaxing on her haunches with her flame-tipped tail curving across her forefeet. "Whose child are you?" she did inquire, the need to know warring with the requirements of polite greeting. She gave him a faintly apologetic smile. "I am Gwenevere Adravendi-Mathias. I have been gone from these lands for quite some time, and your border markers smelled familiar to me. I thought it wise to learn more."