Aurielle Adravendi

It had been a week or two since her run-in wit the bear sow, and she was finally beginning to feel more limber in that shoulder. Enough that she ventured from the territory to scout around the lands that surrounded Valhallan soil, eyes scanning idly as she moved, though still with an inescapable limp in the injured side of her front end. She was still pretty stiff, but she was well enough to travel. She padded slowly through the ravine, glancing up from time to time to be sure nothing would attack or fall on her from above. You could sometimes find deer or elk crumpled at the base of the ravine’s walls after a blind fall through thickets that had been hiding the edge of the cliffs. Not that she wouldn’t complain if a deer fell right in front of her—prey was always desired for her pack’s wellbeing; but she didn’t feel like being crushed beneath a frightened animal. She paused to sniff at an old carcass that had already been stripped for the most part, flies having claimed the rest. The rank smell clenched at her nostrils and she snuffed the scent back through her nostrils before moving on down the ravine, ears alert for signs that she wasn’t alone. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

He had been so close to falling. It was so well hidden, it was a miracle Ragnar hadn't fallen to his death by slamming his head on a rock at the bottom with gravity's momentum or something. Thankfully, he watched were he was going. Standing with his paws firmly planted into the ground, he stood at the very edge of evenly leveled land that extended barely another inch further before sloping down to form the ravine. His ears were perked and his good eye took the land formation in. He had never seen such a thing. The closest thing that this reminded him of was a Fjord, but still, those were much differently formed than this. The best part about traveling and exploring, was highlighted in a new sight such as this. Getting to see new lands and experience all different kinds of wolves, all with different cultures and backgrounds. Quickly, his eye landed down below to see a wolf. His ears perked forward, his serious expression held intrigue. This wolf had a silvery white colored fur, and very long strands of fur atop their scruff. A mane, of sorts. Intriguing.. he had never seen such a thing before. His first thought was how it could be a big disadvantage in a fight. They could be dragged around by that long mane, it could be yanked on to cause pain. His next thought was how they weren't exactly walking in the best path. "Good evening," he called down to the wolf. He stayed where he was, for the moment.

Aurielle Adravendi

She’d caught a glimpse of the timber male above in one of her scanning gazes from wall to wall—instead of calling out, she had continued her strolling pace, the only sign she might have been aware of him that of her cocked ear, listening toward his location. She wasn’t worried about the male’s presence. Aelloshir was lurking nearby, hunkered in the shadows of a tree and watching closely. So, she only kept the male in her peripheral. When he did call out, she shifted her full attention on him, head cocked slightly as she studied him fully. The angle made it so she saw more of his underside than his top, but he seemed well made and on the more muscular side of things. Her eyes left him briefly to mark where she was, spotting the narrow ledge to her left and making note before she turned back to the male, dipping her muzzle in an easy gesture of greeting as she responded simply, “Good evening.” The answer was short and simple, but her expression offered a conversation, rather than a shout for solitude as her tail lifted slightly, bannerlike long hairs waving in a brief gesture of welcome. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think