Arayne's shoulders, originally held high with apprehension, relaxed. At the other's confusion over her asking, she laughed, "I've walked into somebody's private turf before," she explained, "so I wanted to make sure I didn't just do it again." She dropped her head again to drink, feeling the icy water hit her gut. When her thirst was slaked, she lifted her head and shook out her mantle of neck fur. "I'm Arayne, by the way," she said with a smile. "The world's worst nomad."
Her eyes snapped upwards as a cracking noise echoed across the rocks. A group of small rocks, loosened by ages of water erosion, had broken loose and were now plummeting towards the pool. She stepped backwards as the rocks crashed into the water, sending up large splashes, but not anything large enough to catch the two wolves. She shivered. "If those cliffs are volatile now," she said quietly, "I wonder what it'll be like when the thaw hits."
