Way Down South

Kiela had ventured much further south than she had in quite some time. Through usually she tended to stay far north, her herd was beginning to begin their migration now that spring was upon them and she thought it best to stretch her paws beyond her usual stomping grounds in preparation for the season to come.

Large paws carried the dire-sized woman through the slush, her pace only slowing when the scent of a stranger reached her nose. When she finally came upon the woman, carrying two freshly slain rabbits, Kiela paused for a long moment before clearing her throat. Small talk had never been her strong suit and even though she'd largely adjusted to the sorts of wolves she encountered in Boreas, she hadn't gotten much better at it. "Good afternoon," she greeted Corbie plainly, her voice still possessing the heavy accent that showed she was not originally from these lands.