Remember who I am in the morning

She wasn't entirely sure what she was doing. She was Sonticus, now, and yet she found herself wandering in lands several days away from her new home. Perhaps the restlessness was still in her? It felt like it was, at least. She adored her new home - well, as much as she could - but she also couldn't resist the urge to wander. And with Sonticus still setting up, she figured a couple of days would go unnoticed. If need be, she could run back in about a day. She'd be exhausted and ready to collapse, but she'd be there. Just cut up through the red forest, cross the river and trace the coastline back to the ship. That, or through the red forest and cut across the marble wash. Either would work. And yet, that didn't erase the fact that she was far away from the ship. And... oh, half-way up a damn mountain.

So distracted she was, she almost didn't notice the wolf lying at the edge of the waterfall-made pool. It was still warm here, unlike other parts of the North. Hell, it felt like she wasn't even in the North. True, she was on the edge... but still. Warmth was not what she expected. Then again, she hadn't expected to see this half-cream, half-black wolf lounging where she had expected only solitude as a companion. Maybe this wolf had the same idea.

She hesitated, torn between approaching and quietly sliding away. In the end, though, she couldn't quench the curiosity that burned within her. She approached, scuffing the fallen leaves a bit to warn of her approach, just in case he didn't notice her scent. She figured he did, but still. "Greetings," she murmured, head tilted at the stranger. She then stood there awkwardly, small talk never really being her strong suit.


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