Even in the tight grip of autumn, the undergrowth in is dense. Leera picks her way across the forest floor slowly, paws touching down to the soft earth gently so as to coneal her presence. So far, the east has been pleasant. She respects the expanse of grey mountains that loom in the distance, the cliffs, the sprawling forests... and now, this place.
The femme finds herself drawn to the constant, almost lyrical rush of water this area provides. She steps along the wet rock, touching her nose to the crystal-clear water that pools at the feet of the falls, mulling about what kind of wolves would make their home here. In terms of livability, there isn't much this place is missing. There is fresh water, the cover of dense canopies, and an abundance of prey-life. She can only imagine what the falls were like during summertime.
Deciding to rest here a while, Leera finds a dry spot near one of the falls and settles down. She drops her narrow hips and her body follows, and she gives the area a final scan before resting her chin on her paws. It's true that she's growing tired of being alone -- she'd probably strike up a conversation with a squirrel at this point.
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The male went out for a hunt today, seeking to catch a meal for his two growing fox kits. So far he had managed to catch a single rabbit, the dead creature hanging limply from his jaws. The titan male was making his way back Abaven, thoughts of what to do for the day turning over in his head. He figured it'd be a good day for patrols, maybe even thinking about calling for a training session for the apprentices. There were so many things he could do, but he wasn't sure where to start. Would they be interested in fight training? Stories? Hearing about grand tales of monsters and heroes? He thought perhaps a lot of the young members weren't quite young enough to be interested in stories, but he wasn't sure. He didn't really know anyone else in the pack besides a pawful of them. Maybe that's what he'd do...get to know the rest of the wolves he lived with.
Lost in his own thoughts, he almost didn't see the woman up ahead until her scent crossed his path. Right away he raised his head, nostrils flaring as he tried to see which direction the scent was coming from through the heavy scent of dead rabbit. Turning his head, he saw the monochrome woman lying down near the water, and he was much too close to pretend he hadn't seen her. Judging by her scent, she was a loner. No traces of a pack lingered on her. Curiosity drew him in, so he uttered a soft bark to alert her of his presence so as not to startle her. He placed the rabbit on the ground before licking his lips clean. He kept a respectful distance from the woman, deciding to start off with something casual. "Beautiful, isn't it?" He spoke, referring to the falls.
Leera spots him long before he speaks to her. His scent rolls through the thickets, heavy and pungeant, causing Leera to freeze and narrow her searching gaze. The faint, lingering fragrance of other wolves on his scent tells her that the stranger is probably a pack member.
Chocolate ears fold against her head as she sees him approach. She doesn't answer his small, polite bark, but rather sits up and watches him through a hard, pink gaze. He's handsome -- healthy, snowy white fur, a captivating pair of eyes -- but she keeps her expression vacant, dark tail twitching upward at the end with caution. "Beautiful, isn't it?" the stranger says, and Leera watches him in return for a few moments, trying to pick out the detail about him. "I've seen better,"she answers after a moment, voice light. Her tail curls and she tilts her head at him, at this point not caring if he notices her staring.
She raises a paw and begins to groom it, almost feline in her movements. But she's after something. If he's part of a pack, like she's almost certain she smells, then she'd enjoy hearing about it. "You're a pack rat, aren't you? I can smell it on you like blood, all your friends... Why don't you come join me for a while and tell me a little bit about it?" Leera hungers for information regarding the packs of Ardent, curious to see which holds the highest reputation. After all, she isn't going to settle for anything less than pinnacle.
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