We Were The Kings and Queens of Promise

Things had changed in the north, from the appearance of the ominous ice bridge in the far north to the odd creatures she'd encountered - and not to mention the unusual patterns of movement from her reindeer as of late - but Kiela was continuing on as usual. It was her duty to protect them and so she'd travel with them, even if part of her wished to investigate the north further. They'd come to seek shelter from the bitter winds under the massive redwood trees. Snow still caked the ground, but the quantity was diminished thanks to the far-reaching trees. Almost as soon as she started to weave beneath the trees she felt some relief from the elements and deciding she'd soon find somewhere to rest, though she still had quite a bit of daylight to go.

The herd was close - well, comparatively - surely no more than a mile or so away at this point. She didn't want to spook them any more than the strange winter already had, so distance was vital right now. Kiela felt a shiver rack her body as she braced herself against it, listening to the still forest suddenly come to life with the whistling wind rustling the trees around here, which swayed and creaked with the wind. Engrossed in her surroundings, she hardly noticed the presence of another until she was within earshot. Her coat was far different than her own, a seemingly bright contrast against the white and brown of the forest. Considering for a moment, Kiela cleared her throat and shifted her paws against the ground as she approached. She had no intention of spooking another wolf either. "Hello," she greeted the stranger a bit gruffly. Conversation was coming easier with practice but it was still something she had to do deliberately, socializing not coming easily to her. "This forest, you know it well?" Her accent rang out strong and clear, hardly fading in all her time here. Kiela hoped maybe the stranger lived here and could tell her something about this place. That would be ideal.