Death is only the beginning

The Archer had initially followed her sisters scent across the land bridge, but after her earlier encounter among the metal skeletons to the north, she had decided she had left too much unexplored to the south. Travelling by night was her preference, but these lands seemed fairly free of the regular criss-crossing of scents that would give away a pack in the area, so she allowed herself to keep a less regular schedule than she had for her journey here, breaking up her wandering with shorter naps, instead of one long sleep.

Tilly had almost felt the storm before she saw it, the change in the pressure of the air around her weighing her down like the water inevitably would once the clouds broke. She grimaced, wondering where a wolf might find shelter this close to the shore. A looming shape in the distance that might pass for a mountain looked to be her best bet, and so she began to pick her way towards it, the clouds breaking and soaking her to the bone long before her destination was ever reached.

Still she continued, head turned ever so slightly to the side, allowing her line of sight ahead, while her ears heard both ahead and behind. Her stride was broken when she noticed that standing between her and her destination, was the largest wolf she had ever laid eyes on. Matilda had grown up surrounded by siblings that towered over her, but even they would shrink in insignificance for the woman that stood before her now. Her head dipped respectfully, and she stepped closer, stopping several wolf lengths away from the stranger, her stance verging on defensive while still retaining some openness. The wind was against her, leaving the possibility that the other woman would be backed by a pack in the back of her mind. "Hail," she offered in greeting. If the other made it known that company was not what she was interested in, then the Archer would skirt wide, and leave her to... whatever it was she was contemplating.

"speech".