The wolfess slips quietly across the ridges of the east, her small paws agile enough to keep her from what would certainly be a fatal fall should she lose her footing. There is a certain excitement that comes with climbing here, but it isn't long until Leera veers off onto a rocky path.
The further she walks, the stronger the scent of an unfamiliar male becomes. Slowly, the long hairs along her spine raise, but she's not afraid yet -- it's more of a grudging curiosity that pulls her closer.
When he appears before her, ahead by several paces, Leera freezes. Her eyes lock on his black-grey silhouette. For a moment, the woman studies him. "My," she crones, the tip of her tail curling. "You are too handsome to be sad." Although her stance wis rigid, her voice is warm and bell-like. He smells like the earth here, like the earth in all of Boreas, so perhaps it's true he knows a bit more than she. "What plagues you?"
Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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