island round trip: stop 2

The changing world seemed even more beautiful and haunting in the farthest reaches of the north. It was rare she stumbled into other wolves out here - especially all this way, crossing a small sliver of land out to an island of sorts. Instead she was often left with the company of her own thoughts, which were admittedly more somber than usual these days. Even for a creature as steadfast as Kiela it was hard to shake the unease that these unusual times brought about, though she did her best to ignore those thoughts and focus on the present. She felt a chill wash over her as she veered around some young pine trees as she navigated the gentle slope, only noticing someone nearby when she was far too close to ignore him. He was quite unlike anyone she'd ever encountered, a splash of bright orange amongst the drab winter landscape. She watched him for a long moment before she made her presence known, her words husky and low. "Ah - hello. I did not expect to find another here," she admitted, her voice laden with a thick accent.