sit, stay, roll over

She probably should have been staying close to home, with winter settling in, and certain other revelations. Still, the smile upon her features was inescapable, full of wonder.

She’d decided to venture to the Armada’s borders. It took longer than normal, with breaks taken often, though she wasn’t all that tired between each one. Still, it was good to be cautious, right?

Rushing of water – a lot of water – ahead brought her attention toward the trail ahead, and a voice along with it, followed by a squeal of a dying rabbit. She pressed forward carefully, ears alert and eyes scanning the path ahead until she came around a turn in time to see the young wolf praising a young wolverine.

Gradated sapphire to sky eyes studied the pair with interest before she turned to pad with her usual elegant grace to the riverside, bending to drink before she greeted gently, over the river, “Good day. Forgive my curiosity, but might your name be Malalia?”

Her voice was husky and warm, lilted with an accent, and her attention was not unfriendly, merely curious as she turned toward the young wolf, head cocked slightly.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think