Sunrise Ridge and you know i found the dust to be resilient

@Aleister <3 Set midmorning.
RE - The nearby plants sparkle with autumn frost.

It was easier now to cope with everything that had gone on. Especially if one kept as busy as Risaela. The young River wolf had taken to traveling far and wide, as long as she kept within two days of her pack's territory. She was definitely the voyager of all five pups born in Hearthwood in the past Spring, and that hadn't even slowed down with age. Her journeys tended to call her to the north and northeast, generally because she craved the open spaces and the wolves there. Jessie. Griffin. Aleksei. Even Cyril, with his sunflower eyes that weren't green, which was great because in her opinion there were too many green eyes around. Too much to remind her of Kisla.

There was nothing too Kisla-like about this place, though. It seemed she had caught it in the middle of the autumn molt, because half of the leaves were beautiful gold, and the other half were on the ground. Half of the trunks were bare and black and creepy, and the other half were luscious and beautiful, and they looked on fire in the light of the liquid morning sunlight. Particularly with the frost dissipating into a fine mist around her - the air itself was glowing.

Quietly, the girl took to the morning stroll, enthralled by the beauty that she was marring with her messy pelt and silver splotch on the golden landscape. Not that the young wolf knew anything about that - her moonlit gaze was too busy watching the sparkling frost transform into a thin fog, her tail swaying in a happy little beat behind her.

Today was a good day.

OOC! Out of character comments here

The dark agouti male traveled further south, the terrain becoming much like his birth place, treacherous and thrilling. The terrain was one memory that Aleister missed the most about home aside from his family of course. Though he was sure the terrain would be less angry to see his face again. The terrain didn't remember him as a lousy abandoning brother or son, just a boy who was almost back home where he should be. However, he wasn't sure if he belonged. 

As he drew along, the scent of another drifted his way as he carefully picked his way through the terrain. Quickly, the sight of the stranger drew closer, her tawny coat catching his mismatched gaze. For a moment, the storm boy thought to sneak off before the girl caught sight of him. But as he looked closer, he recognized the lanky figure of the girl and realized she was just a young, fast growing pup. And she was out here alone or so he thought. 

"Hey you! What are you doing out here all alone?" He couldn't smell anyone else around unless the wind was in their favor. He knew first hand what a bad idea it was to be out alone when you were a young kid out in this cruel world.

Ris perked her ears and turned around at the sound of another voice. He wasn't a particularly huge wolf like Aytigin would be, but he was certainly bigger than her, with oddly mismatched eyes. Had she ever seen anyone with mismatched eyes before? Because she was fairly certain she had not, and this was a brand new experience for her.

Neither of his eyes were green.

She set her tail at an easy wag behind her when he spoke, tipping her head to the side. "I'm on an ad-adventure," she proclaimed, proud that she had only stuttered once. Boldly, the young girl padded her way up to the stormy boy, silver eyes round and smiling. "I l-like seeing new stuff." Oh, boy, did she ever. New things were the absolute greatest in the entire world. Which, of course, was why meeting this new wolf was so exciting for her - she was trying to make herself seem a bit more mature than usual nowadays, because she almost looked like a grownup and should probably be acting like one. So, she didn't run up to people and babble on and on as much these days.

"My name's Ris-Risaela. 'M from the River," she introduced, tail still set at an easy wag as she looked up at the older wolf. "Who're you?"