Sounds like a good time to me

The stranger said that her parents lived on the other side, which she could only assume meant that this she-wolf was from Boreas. Maybe it was her age then that had kept her from meeting very many others yet and that was why she hadn’t seen the behemoths that walked the lands. Not that every wolf was a mountain of a creature, but it sure felt like there were more giants around than she remembered. Either way, she also went on to say that she had been searching for a place to den when she found this place and, much like Memento suspected when it rained the lower caverns and alcoves got flooded.

“I’m not very surprised at that fact. The walls of the canyon are pretty carved out, something that happens after years and years of water moving past them. I’d imagine that was probably pretty scary though when you first found out about it. At least the flooding wasn’t so bad you got washed away. Flood waters can be pretty powerful from what I hear; take a full-grown wolf down with them and there is little they can do.” She blinked her pale silvery-blue eyes.

“Makes sense to me. It does match it fairly closely. You’d need to find somewhere with clay-colored stone to match your fur better. You might have to travel a bit for that, though.” She lowered her haunches to the earth and curled her tail around her body. “No, no. I’m not much of a collector myself.” Meme smiled gently. “More of an admirer, really. You keep it, it matches you better anyway.” Her gaze traveled down towards the weasel for a moment before lifting back up to the stranger.

“I wasn’t really expecting to meet anyone here if I am being honest.” Meme chuckled softly. “I was born here in Auster, though not in the canyon itself. It’s been nice to come how and wander the lands again. A mix of having an adventure with a sense of nostalgia.” The femme tilted her head to the side and continue to speak. “Though I’m curious what made you want to live out here. I wouldn’t think the steep cliffs are too safe, though I suppose if you’re an adept fisher there is food and water practically at your doorstep.” She chuckled.

“Ah yes, by the way… I’m Memento Mori. Seems we jumped straight to talking and forgot to even introduce ourselves.”