Through The Clouds

Natha grinned as the woman introduced herself as Thistle. It was a quaint, simple, yet descriptive name. The wind was starting to pick up a bit and Natha's fur fluffed just slightly against the wind. Thistle was a curiosity as far as wolves went. She had no pack and fancied herself more of a nomad. She seemed wary and careful as she answered Natha's question but the cat could see the logic in her words.

Natha laughed and then winked at the wolf. "Call me arrogant but I feel confident I could out run you. Besides, two sets of eyes are better than one. I don't fancy running into a polar bear on my travels."