Long Time Traveler

The bear seemed as intrigued by the wolf, as the wolf was of her. There was a wide grin to her muzzle, and she hovered on her two feet, looking at the smaller wolf, hands raised, a soft, huffing laugh escaping her mouth. “Guuuud Wolf-a” the bear said back, her broken speech understandable, if barely.

“Rhen, a pleasure to meet you. It’s not often I meet a wolf so willing to humor my bear” he teased her gently. She was certainly enamored by the bear. “What brings you to the North?” he wondered. Of course, she could well be a local. He did not traverse these lands regularly, and would not know the scent of those that lived here. He suspected however that she was not from these parts. Perhaps it was the transfixed way in which she had looked up at the cathedral when he had first come upon her. He might be wrong, but he suspected not.