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Sparrow had survived the misty island without even dying of pneumonia, which was great! There were still many- and hopefully better- lands ahead, and Sparrow was intent to look at them all. This place was... Faller's Fjord. It was steep with thickets of trees dressing the steep cliffs. It wasn't totally unlike the island Sparrow had recently come from, but boy howdy were her legs getting tired of all this climbing. She was tempted to strike this one off her list right away, but hesitated, trying her hardest to think of what might be some advantages and stuff to living here. She needed to think of that now so that if one day, for some reason, a pack moved here, she would be familiar with the layout.

What she didn't expect, was to already see another wolf in the distance- brilliantly colored and in an entirely different color scheme than her own family. He was hunched over for... some reason. Was he alright? Sparrow cleared her throat, "Hey- uh- dude? You okay or you got a hairball you're tryin' to cough up or somethin'?"