It's all new to me

Those overly large ears twitched in the direction of the shifting rocks and then the voice.  It was a wolf, one with a coat resembling a fox.  Her voice had a pleasant sound to it and she lacked the bulkiness of some of the wolves he’d caught sight of.  Kione trotted over closer, ever the friendly fellow.  He was light on his feet, back feet seemingly skipping as a clump of rock gave out on him. “Hello lass,” the painted dog responded in kind, “Not really sure day or night matters anymore. Perhaps a new word will be invented should this devilish night never end.” Nor was it all that good lately but, he could ignore that technicality.

The place did seem good for setting up homes in one sense, it did have spots to hole up but they didn’t smell particularly strong of wolves, at least not any of the cave pockets he’d checked so far.  On top of that was it a spot you really wanted for your home?  Sure, there were spots to hang out in but the surrounding terrain wasn’t ideal, at least to Kione’s way of thought.  That could be debated with the water below.

Kione had come here to explore and on what seemed an eternal search for his own kind.  What brought this one wolf here?  Was it just one?  Kione didn’t smell or hear any others wolves at least.  The top of the cliff could hide others though unless they were to show up on the edge.  “Names Kione,” he offered the name out equally as curious to see how friendly this wolf truly was, would she be freely offering her name in return.  


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