Miyako's paws travelled on the fallen stone. Her sensitive pads tickled when a sickly weed that had pushed it's way through a crack in the stone brushed under her. She had travelled far. Far from her homeland. Far from her family. Her tail was curled on top of the back, showing she was relaxed, alone. She had only encountered a few wolves in he lifetime, in all situation she had kept it down. Among her ancestors, wolves, it was a sign of defiance or happiness. It was bred into Miyako, but not so far that she could force it back down again. Her Alaskan Malamute blood still ran through her though, as it showed in her fur. Beautiful markings made their way down her fur, while her red and purple eyes shon. Autumn wind nipped at her thick coat, making no impact on her skin. She made her way through the abandoned towers of stone. She eventually came to a small shrub. It looked out of place among the city, but it would provide some shelter for th fine being. Settling herself beside it, Miyako set herself licking her swollen paws.

The black male found his nostril twitching at a very strange scent. It crossed under his nose, offering him a tempting trail, and Angeal hesitated only for a moment before deciding on a whim to follow it, his ears twitching as he set off on his new path. He had been wandering aimlessly, but now he had a path, and it was clear in the way that his strides picked up their pace, and in how close his muzzle was held to the ground. He was clearly on the trail of something. And it didn't long for that something to make an appearance. Angeal came to a stop before a vaguely lupine looking creature, though it looked just different enough that he was confused. The markings were not something that he had seen before, but he had seen enough variety in pelts during his life that he knew there were plenty he hadn't seen. So that wasn't too strange. The mismatched eyes were also interesting enough, though nothing unheard of. "Hello," Angeal's voice was careful as he addressed the lupine creature, nostrils flaring as he tested her scent. It was certainly a canid scent, but he wasn't sure what kind of canine. She didn't look like any sort of wolf he had ever seen before. She was built strangely, though Angeal couldn't put a paw on it. Speech