4/30/2025, 12:25 AM
Noon had finally circled around, and so Solulfur was stealing a break in the spring sunshine. She was perched atop a lichen-dappled stone, grooming her thick mountaineer's fur to ensure it remained as weatherproof and perfectly neat as ever.
A nearby call was quick to catch her attention, though. It wasn't familiar, but it was a summons. From the Avon side of the border, too. Solulfur squinted suspiciously, pulling herself to her paws smoothly and trotting down the mountainside with a loose, confident stride. Her tail swung even with her spine, not quite decided whether she felt it prudent to arrive with her full shroud of intimidating energy surrounding her, or if she ought to risk assuming this to be a friendly Avon wolf politely announcing their welcome trespass.
She was glad, then, that she hadn't yet decided either way when she broke through the treeline to spot an almost-familiar pinkish frame perched at their borders. The girl was young, but unmistakably related to Fable, complete with a diminutive stature.
Solulfur, being quite self-assured, did not wait for confirmation of her suspicions. She approached the pup with a friendly, broad sweep of her tail and a barked-out greeting:
Lítið Shakti-Vaes! The Vale, and Dawnbreak welcomes you.
