take it on the other side

With an emotionless expression and an even cadence to his voice, Muses could not tell what Lament truly thought of the situation. "Thank the gods I'm patient." She said with a soft smile, far less bothered by her failure. Judging by both appearance and scent, the dark furred wolf was not significantly older than her, so surely time had not corrupted his memories. Her stare lingered on him just a moment longer than her typical fleeting glances. She had always been able to read her brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles, and even some of the strangers she had met recently. Curiously enough, Lament's book seemed to be bound by lock and key; try as she might, Muses was not able to uncover any clues, save for the frequent twitching of his paw.

It seemed that they were both strangers to the land, though Muses had arrived by pure chance alone, washing up on shore several days prior. "My home was on a mountain so tall, the top was almost always obscured by clouds. An endless mountain range extended beyond that to the west, and to the east was what I thought was an endless ice field... but at the end, the ground gave way to the sea. I fell off the edge, and washed up here. It's much greener, and warmer here." From the tone of her voice, it was obvious that the heat was not a welcome change.

Noticing that the fish Lament had caught was now beginning to drift almost out of reach, she stretched her neck out elegantly, carefully nipping at the tail, and slowly dragging it back in. with it secured, she returned her attention back to the onyx furred wolf, indicating with a nudge of her muzzle that it was his turn to share. She was interested to know what kind of an environment bred wolves that looked like fire and hot coals.

"Speech."