Heart and Crown of Molten Gold

Making his way along the gap by Armada's border, staying far enough from it and wading a stream to avoid drawing the attention of any patrols for he had no particular wish to interact with them today, he found himself passing a fallen tree, and nearly missed the wolf laying upon it until he had nearly walked into her dangling paw. He stopped abruptly before he could and studied her with eyes narrowed curiously. She resembled him to a startling degree - markings more defined, less mottled than his own Abraxas-lineage gave to him, but closely enough that the resemblance was intriguing. "Good evening," he offered in quiet greeting to the stranger.