where my dogs at

Walk | Talk | Think
The girl Riva had told her about the southern landmass of Auster, and she had been intent on making her way towards the lands to see if they differed much from the northern Boreas. The girl had not mentioned any packs within the south, though she had claimed a belief that seven packs lived within the two lands and had only told her the general locations of five of those packs. She wondered if she would stumble upon any of those packs that she had not been able to inform her of, or if her travels would result in nothing more than an exploration of more empty lands.

As she moved among the oak trees, she caught a scent that drew her in. Another creature that could potentially provide her with more information, or at the very least break the crushing silence that pressed in around her. She moved closer until her gaze found a large grey figure that appeared as though he had been deep in thought. She paused a short distance away from him, her paws planted firmly on the ground beneath her. She had done far too much traveling for her liking, and her mind had begun to grow numb from the lack of stimulation. “You look to be deep in thought.” She called out to him, hoping to catch his attention.