Headed for a New Land

The newest generation of Armada wolf had been pondering whether he should attempt to go make contact with the pack in the nearby castle when he heard the soft huffing of labored breathing coming up the side of the hill. Shale gray ears flicked to catch the sound on the breeze, head turning just a few degrees for steel-silver eyes to land on a smaller gray and white dappled girl coming up the hill. He fixed her with a curious gaze, meeting her striking garnet-red eyes and watching as she reached the crest and greeted him with a meek hello. "Hi," he greeted her in turn, his voice notably more confident and smoothly spoken. This was it; his first conversation with a wolf in his ancestral homelands! How exciting!

Romulus regarded the girl for a moment. She was a solid foot shorter than him, lighter weight, and looked almost frail and fragile. In fact, she looked just about ready to collapse in on herself she was so out of breath. Where had she come from to exhaust her so? He was about to ask if she was okay when his nose picked up on the fragrance of other wolves on her coat, just noticeable at this distance over the salt-tinged air hinted with summer flowers. Ah, so this girl had come from the pack lands nearby! Maybe she could help give him a lay of the land. "Long walk?" he asked with a jesting grin while she tried to hide her fatigue. He didn't have a hint of a guess to what would have brought the pack wolf out this way, but he was sure to find out.

"Romulus Armada"