Travelling with an escort, a friend was so much better than travelling alone in her humble opinion. The days just seemed more bearable, especially in the winter months where the air around her was cold enough to snap at her paws and through her fur and the prey was scarce and scrawny. They had been trailing the edge of the fields for some time now, and she was eager for their next adventures. She was thinking to continue their ventures east, then perhaps north or south once they hit an obstacle they could not cross, but she would have to consult with Adelard before a decision was reached.

For now, however, the snow crunched lightly under her paws as she stepped carefully, humming softly to herself as she tracked tracks left by either a deer or an elk towards the northeast. Admittedly, her tracking could use some work; her parents had trained her in basic survival skills, of course, but she had more training in advising and diplomacy because she had found that was where she had excelled. She regretted it now, and she knew she should have trained more in hunting and fighting. Oh well. It was too late to dwell on that now.

All she could really do now was hone the skills she hadn’t put as much effort into and hope she lived long enough to tell the tale. Simple enough, right? She would figure it out, she always did. She glanced upward, catching the sun on the horizon to the west with a glance over her shoulder as she sighed. She should be getting back to Adelard. He wasn’t too far from her and she could reach him before the sun was fully consumed by the earth in the distance.

Rhaegara had been following the scent, though realistically she knew that she lacked the means to hunt it. She was by herself, and even with Adelard bringing down a prey of this side would be difficult… it was, perhaps, best to leave it as it was. Still, she was never quite known for giving up a fight. She hummed softly before hearing a bark, her ears pinning against her head for a moment, relaxing before she turned her head to spot who had interrupted her work. It was a man, no pack smell on him though the scent of another seemed to cling just as she was certain her own travelling companion’s scent clung to her own pelt.

He quickly apologized, seeming to sense that he had interrupted something and she just offered a light shrug. “It’s okay; the prey is far too big for me to take down alone.” She brushed it off as she trotted back, head tilting to the side out of curiosity for just who he was. “All is forgiven.” She clarified a few moments later before coming to a halt a few wolf lengths away from him, looking him up and down for a moment. “My name is Rhaegara.” She offered cordially, always one to stick to the mannerisms and posturing she had been taught unless a situation called for otherwise.

“Are you from the area?” She was always looking to learn the lay of the land and her surroundings, and perhaps he could help with that. She only hoped he could help with that. “I’m afraid these lands have me a bit more turned around than I am willing to admit.” She wasn’t lost, just uncertain of where she wanted to head to next.