Ashkii was never one to remain idle. It wasn't a rare occurrence for him to be up and about, wandering the hills away from his home with no destination in mind.

But this time was different, as quiet footfalls of the pale she-wolf followed behind him. His gaze occasionally shot back to see if she remained, or if she finally decided that a short hike with a stranger wasn't worth her time.

Yet, much to his own surprise, she was always there—each time he looked to his rear, there were still the same crimson eyes. The same lithe form of this strange wolf. And each time he saw her, his kittenish grin grew wider.

The white-streaked wolf gently parted the underbrush, stepping foot towards the base of the large mountain range. Just beyond the ridges was his home.

Ashkii took a few strides up the mountain before turning once again; would she be willing to join him, still? It was no longer the rolling hills. Instead, it was jutting summits, with peaks that dug into the sky. Was it still worth it to her to follow him?

His head canted. His tail was still loose, yet it waved with anticipation.