Head south. That's what the call says. There's little information besides that, and she doesn't know the way all that well. But the call is there, and the dreams...

The dreams bother her the most, she thinks.

Stepping through the fields of flowers, she finds herself no longer occupied by her usual fascination with plants. Instead, she's wondering just what the hell she's even looking for. That's when the sounds of twigs snapping catches her ear. Who knows what's out here? Certainly not Mir. She's not a small wolf, but she's never been trained to fight.

Well. It can't be that hard. Idiots learn it all the time. She glances towards the sound, head high, ears pricked upwards. "Friend or foe?"