The wind whispered

On and on... ever on and on. She didn't know where, nor when, she would stop;n she only knew she must continue on. There were times Gwyndolyn had to ask herself: why? Why was she journeying? Why did she leave in the first place? Why did she come here, a land she had never been to before? She could have made her point anywhere, and in a different way, but... here she was. No going back.

Travelling eastward with the steady pace of a young woman whose life of late had been nothing but travel, Gwyndolyn allowed herself only a momentary pause to consider her surroundings. They hadn't changed as of late, but something else had: the smell of the air, and something else drifting to her on the lightest breeze: a scent. Fresh, wolf, but unfamiliar. Gwyn's easy pace slowed, and finally ceased as she lifted her nose into the breeze.

It didn't take much for the young lady to pinpoint a direction. Altering her course and letting her own curiosity lead her, Gwyndolyn set off once again, her gait slower now, cautious. Not silent - she had no intentions of sneaking around right now, but still wary. It wasn't but a few minutes later Gwyndolyn glimpsed movement. There! A bit of white that didn't belong. Someone new. Gwyn stopped, nose lowering briefly to the ground, though her eyes remained firmly on the other being, watching closely. She considered for a moment that she might call out, but a small part of her hesitated... the latter bit only served to cause her some frustration however, and she physically shook the feeling away before a clipped bark squeezed its way from her throat. That would draw attention. She would investigate, then decide whether to press on her add another acquaintance to her slowly growing list...