Oula followed after the dark male, her rounded ears perking upward as Azar spoke. Oula nodded politely, "Yes, Oula Whitebark." She said, properly introducing herself. She couldn't forget her manners, especially with this wolf going out of his way to help her.
Much of the day was passed in silence as they traveled eastward, the rolling, snowy fields giving way to the cover of trees. Oula couldn't help but feel curious about Azar, and indeed the silence did start to wear on her. "So, Azar," She started roughly, her throat still a bit hoarse from all her caterwauling earlier. "You're just passing through the area, then?" She asked, simply curious, having noted from his scent that he didn't seem to be with a pack, just Deacon, and he had mentioned not being familiar with the area.
(This post was last modified: Feb 05, 2017, 05:27 AM by Oula.)