What care we though?

Deluge found herself seated at the top of the falls, eyes turned skyward to take in the display of dancing lights. It was strange, to see them extending this far south, and the warm spring breeze was a pleasant surprise after the hint of chill that was carried on the northern continent. She could have sworn there had been a pack here? That was why they had come, after all. Her mother had been tipped off to a pack that would make an easy raid target and while the signs of habitation remained, sheets still warm for want of a better description, they had seemingly cleared out in a hurry. Curious.

It wasn't where they had planned to meet up, but the drag of her flanks against the coarse cedar trunks would lead Dread to her, and the way her fur glowed had her standing out like a beacon under the cover of the dense canopy, the only visible sky through the break in the trees where they water ran.