Caladwen is still new here. The boundaries of what had once been her entire world are no longer, left far behind in a world that was already becoming such a far distant memory. Where once she had known exactly what landscape had belonged to her pack and what was not, here… everything was unknown. She roams freely like any packless Kerl would. Although she is far more comfortable with a pack behind her, to turn tail and run to for protection if need be, none the less she cannot deny her curious nature the freedom to discover and sightsee so to speak.

It is through this inquisitive nature that she finds herself wandering aimlessly around through a more rocky and mountainous terrain. She pauses here and there, slender muzzle dipped to the earth, scratching at a piece of outcropping here or licking at particularly salty stone there letting the very essence of the land about her soak into her skin. At three years of age, she is not the most experienced of creatures but she has learned through her travels that while speed gets you from one destination to another quickly, it is the surefootedness of one who travels most warily that ends up with the least injuries. Unless in a battle of course.

My little black girl pauses now, lifting her muzzle to scent the wind, catching the faintest drifts of an unfamiliar lupine. Neat ears perk alertly atop her head as golden eyes scan the landscape around her but with rocks jutting out here and boulders rising over ridge there she finds it hard to place exactly where the scent is coming from…. At first anyway. She lets her senses drift out, encompassing all the land around her, pinpointing on one scent in particular that feels the best. Water. The cool, crispness of it wafts to her from the top of a rise and Carwen bunches her haunches beneath her and leaps onto first one and then another rock in an almost zig zag pattern until she stands a bit breathlessly looking down onto a small rivulet where a lone wolf stands lapping up water on the far shore. Golden eyes glitter happily, her pink tongue lolling from between her parted jaws as a bit heavier footed, Carwen proceeds to navigate a path down the incline until she stands just opposite of him.

Yellow gold eyes observe him curiously, proud head cocking ever so slightly to the side as she takes an almost timid set forward, her sleek black body tensed and ready to leap back should her actions upset him. Never once does her eyes leave his figure though she does her best to keep from locking eyes for fear of angering the stranger. She bends down now at the water’s edge, lapping quietly from the cool, clean waters and savoring the refreshing taste. Never before had she tasted water this… pure. Back home the water that ran in the creeks and rivers in her back boundaries always held an almost brackish taste… but here, it was different… better, but not quite in a way she could find the words to explain. She drinks her fill and stays where she is, letting her gaze trail down to the rivulets in the water’s surface that soon clash with the ones made by the male and disappear. Unsure why she cannot help but to smile at the sight before her but none the less she rises up one more, her black plume waving in a friendly manner as she speaks, ”A nice day for a stroll isn’t it?” she murmurs thinking it the best way to open up a conversation because after all she does not exactly have the most experience in this department. Uncle had always been the strong silent type and well everyone else except for mother and father of course had pretty much avoided her.

She takes a bold step forward, padding through the shallow streamlet with noisy splashes until she is standing, albeit now dripping too, a few feet to the male’s left. The same friendly smile remains plastered across her delicately beautiful black face as she gives a quick shake to rid herself of most of the clinging water droplets before sitting back on her haunches once more and curling her tail neatly across her feet, “My name is Caladwen by the way… what’s yours?”