After Many Miles

Lost in her contemplation, Mariah was startled by a voice calling out to her. She turned to see a wolf approaching, her fur a striking red and black against the backdrop of the grassland. Mariah watched as the wolf drew nearer, a curious expression on her face. She had never met this wolf before, but there was something about her presence that felt familiar, as if they were connected by some unseen thread.

"Hello," Mariah greeted, her voice soft yet welcoming. "I suppose it depends on what it is that you need help with ..." She studied the assortment of plants peeking out of the wolf's leather armor, with a raised brow. After a few moments, she returned her attention to the other girl's amethyst gaze. "I'm Mariah." She offered, concluding it would make things easier to address one another after providing and introduction.

"Mariah Mendacium"