Find You There

She'd come a long way since leaving her pack, but how much she had seen of the world- things she'd never imagined existed, more than she'd ever smelled on the wind, seen with her eyes or heard with her ears. There was always something new to track down, more places to explore. She doubted, even if she tried, that she would ever be able to see everything before she was old. Hardly deterred, she'd kept on. She might not be able to cover this world with her pawsteps, but she could certainly do her best.

She had doubts about the desert, though. The sun, even in winter, was hot on her fur, which was made for cooler weather. Nights were better. But she'd had trouble finding this place, with its water supply, and she'd been utterly parched before stumbling upon it. Guile, too, had glowered at her with his nose nearly brushing the surface of the river, both of them drinking as much as they could hold between gulps of air. As much as she wanted to explore more, it might be better to keep to the edge- or turn her sights elsewhere.

Guile had woken before she had, possibly off to find his first meal of the day. Toril yawned as she unrolled, stretching her front legs out, toes spreading wide. An easy shake of her ruff and she rose, padded the few steps to the river and took a quick drink; one ear twitched as the slight scrape of claws caught her attention and she turned, expecting Guile, only to freeze at the scent of another wolf.