Ursa Major

While most wolves tended to travel by daylight, Kiela often enjoyed moving under the cover of darkness. Well, relative darkness; the moon and its stars that glimmered overhead offered some faint streams of light, however faint they might be. Coupled with her eyes that had long since adjusted to the near darkness, it was more than enough to allow her to travel freely across the high ground near the edge of the gorge. Exploring it sounded like a fine idea, but she wasn't keen on traversing a cliff in the middle of night, no matter how brazen or foolish she might be during the day - night time was a different story altogether.

The night was quiet, almost eerily so, though Kiela was hardly deterred because of it. It simply gave her reason to be more cautious than usual as she moved, one large paw in front of the other in steady rhythm. She wasn't exactly the sort of female that went unnoticed, given her size; she appreciated the cover of night, not that the north was proving to be terribly congested to begin with. She heaved a sigh as she slowed her pace and paused to look skyward, sniffing lightly at the air. The twinkling stars above only held her interest for a short moment before the scent of a stranger reached her, and she swiveled around to orient herself upwind.

Making out the stranger's silhouette was a difficult feat, but after a short walk and a fair amount of squinting she thought she could see someone lying on a rock. Though the night was too peaceful to warrant socialization, she knew she couldn't go without speaking to the wolves that inhabited these lands forever. She was trying, she had to give herself some credit. Kiela made no effort to conceal her pawsteps as she drew closer, even clearing her throat to announce her presence long before she could be mistaken as someone trying to cause alarm.