Living On The Wind

*Thistle* · 01-12-2020, 01:00 PM

Thistle wasn't sure how much time had elapsed as she watched the clouds drift from horizon to horizon, sitting there thinking about as little as possible. It was almost meditative, though that was no a word easily applied to her. A faint sound of approach behind her, barely more than gravel crunching under paws, sent a thrill of adrenaline through her. Oh ho, no. No she was not about to get run off by another bear, nosiree. She rose slowly and turned, hackles rising, ready to bolt as soon as she knew the best route to- Oh.

It wasn't a bear behind her, or a wolverine, or even a particularly ornery stoat. Despite her keen lookout skills it would appear she had indeed been snuck up upon, but instead by a predator she felt perfectly capable of handling. Just another wolf. Excellent.

The large male was nosing around the cave entrance situated not far below her. Thistle had thought the location fairly well camouflaged by the surrounding terrain, but perhaps that required reevaluation. He must have seen some sign of her there because he certainly seemed curious, even going so far as to call out a greeting. Friendly then, she hoped. She opened her jaws to reply when yet another voice rang out to reach them.

"Hello! Excuse me, sir?" Thistle sighed. One wolf was one thing, two was entirely something else, and this one sounded female besides. She'd always found herself a bit more prickly with those who shared her sex, but who knows? From the call alone it would seem that she possessed at least some modicum of manners. It wasn't until catching sight of the newcomer that Thistle's jaw dropped. Rounding the low rise that led up to her den was a woman of astonishing coloration. How on earth the stranger ever managed to catch a meal for herself she couldn't guess.

Well, best make herself known sooner rather than later. "Hello down there, she called out, voice soft but strong. Both of these wolves were a sight bigger than her, but she wasn't easily cowed. "Need something?" Her mind began to run over all that she might be able to draw from them. News from the south and east was paramount, but this region seemed so desolate that any news was good news, as long as they didn't expect any true hospitality from her. There'd be no spare meals here, thank you very much.

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