Night of the Wolf

Clementine was heading south to reunite with her family. She heard numerous rumors of them settling down in that region and the babe determined it was time to be of use to the Wreckage name once again. Not that she wasn't useful back home, it is just she felt as though relocating with the majority of her kin would be of better use of her time. Though, on the way she felt the need to get to know the new lands. Stopping and memorizing different paths and scents. As well as resources, herbs, and watering holes. It was all important and especially with winter coming so soon. She assumed her family would already be prepping for the onslaught of winter and Clementine was determined to be of aid as well.

The woman trotted through the west with a sheer lack of expression. She was a generally joyous being but in idle she was rather blank. Her wits were about her thus there was no time for silly smiles. Clem's jaws were ajar to taste the outside world, scents flew onto her tongue with ease and she was made aware of the different creatures around. Though, what took her attention was the scent of another Wolfess. Clem slowed her roll as she studied the scent. Due to being new to these lands the only scent she knew was Wreckage and this was entirely different. The woman perked up, trotting along the cracked sand in order to find this stranger. Of course she wanted to say hello, this was her opportunity to meet her first native!

Clementine carried forth through the dry terrain now with excitement in her silver-blue gaze. Her tail was aligned with her spine but flicking with joy. Her mouth remained open and she followed the scent further along the sandy land, avoiding any major cracks in the earth. Today was not the day to be swallowed by a gap in the earth. Soon, she spotted another Wolf who was also likely the culprit of the scent. Clem raised her head and began to move her way. Her presence was very known for there was no hiding in this terrain. Blank sand with dangerous canyons. She rather be seen as she approached then try to be tricky and fall. Thus, as she neared the stranger her sweet voice called forth in order to get their attention. "Hello there!" Now a smile stained her obsidian lips. Only stopping her trot at about seven tail lengths away to avoid getting to close to this stranger. Clem was rather cautious but put a very cheerful front up.

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