Prowling had become one of Pine’s new consistent pastimes. Particularly the space between Iromar and Glorall. Flirting with being too close to the pack lands was exhilarating as it was dangerous. With the help of Inanna, she had been able to consistently cover her scent that labeled her as ‘Pine’ and with the help of the family in the shelter of Taviora by all means she was a strange wolf from the forest with loose connections to the descendants of Amo. She had effectively shed everything that would have tied her to Iromar and the young guard who swore vengeance on the king there. Everything except the vow itself.

Now she lingered in the caves of the grotto, sticking to the shallower caverns where the water still dripped but the sun would light the pools. Her attention was captured by a splash. Curious, her tipped ears perked in interest and she bound over to where the other wolf was rolling around. A cheerful smile lit up her face. Tiny body bound into his presence, tail high in greeting, a happy pant on her maw. Hello! What are you looking for? She raised her own nose to sniff, mimicking his actions as if she already knew. Whether or not she would actually help was a completely different story. This stranger’s unknown quest was still interesting though, and it would take her away from her current discontent.

Trotting forward on her multi-colored paws she stuck her face in the places Rufio had been sniffing. She inhaled deep and sorted through everything she took in. Mostly it was just mud. Mud and Rufio. Green eyes glanced questioningly back at him, her head tilting to the side, still waiting for his answer as to the object of his search.