Hopeless Wanderer

Her father had filled his kid's heads with stories of exotic lands, sweeping vistas and veridant valleys, colors falling from trees all year round and open blue skies. Medea had found a lot of what he'd said to be true to exploration... but right now she would have to admit she wasn't really all that enchanted, mostly just tired, and sweaty and probably would have offered a leg to see anything but sand.

Eventually the sun had started to descend, the cool of night settling over the sand slowly and for the first time all day Medea was feeling more comfortable. As she swung her gaze over the dunes again, looking for what felt like the millionth time to find the end of the sea of sand. Instead she caught the silhouette of another wolf, smaller than herself as far as she could tell but with the sun setting behind them Medea could not make out any other details.

The princess changed her course, she was hopeful that the stranger might know a way out and if not she honestly would have rather not spent a night alone here. "Greetings!" She called out when she was close enough to be heard but not be seen as a threat. From this distance she could make out more of the stranger, noting they were a female only a little older than herself, and Medea was struck by the woman's dappled coat, her breath catching slightly. She hadn't seen many wolves like this woman before in her life and Medea couldn't help but feel she was staring, quickly choosing to glance over towards the horizon lest she be caught.

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