Laughter was cheap for the girl who paid for nothing. She was not quite sure if Alastor could not help making those weird faces, or if he was doing it for her benefit, but either way it was pretty funny. She supposed it would have been awkward to just watch him roll around for several minutes in silence. Wanting to contribute, the black otter-girl stretched her neck out, flexing her tongue into the weirdest position she could manage: a modest little roll like a twig. But it disappeared quickly, since she could not manage a straight face longer than a second or two.
With some surprise, the girl learned that Alastor had been in a pack once. On the other hand, he had to come from somewhere. Resolving to ask him more about this later, she considered the suggestion he had posed while chewing her lip. Well, she did rub herself on her own packmates a lot, though she had assumed their similar smell didn't necessarily come from that. They just smelled the same cause they were the same. But maybe Alastor was right: if she rubbed herself on him he would smell like any regular old Bend wolf. Her shoulders rolled about in a shrug, "Alright!" Without stopping to question the act of touching a boy that barely amounted to more than a stranger —a soggy one at that , she closed the distance between them. Since she was used to rubbing herself mainly on Spieden or her dad, her gestures were unfortunately of the affectionate type. Her nose slid along his cheek, down through his neck scruff, across his back. When she reached his tail she swerved to get the other side of him, assuming she would need to thoroughly coat him in order for the scent to take any affect.
She wondered what he thought she smelled like. Or what he smelled like. But she could smell nothing underneath the dampness. If Alastor hadn't seen another wolf besides his brother in two months there wouldn't be another pack scent on him, anyways. And it wasn't like she would recognize it. Sahalie only knew the pack scents from Kyna and Sven.
Her back half swung around so that she was facing the boy head on, now. "Now you're a Bend wolf! C'mon, let's go, newbie!"
Without waiting for his reaction, the girl spun around on her pack feet and trotted easily past the scent markers. The place she was going was not deep into the territory, at least. Not like the den or the river or anything like that. So if they spotted an adult it would be manageable to get beyond the border. "Now, Alastor," she announced in a preachy sort of tone. She was very proud of the place she was leading him. "The place I'm takin' you is actually cooler than Hidden Berry Hideout. And even cooler in the winter!" Her words wove a certain air of mystery akin to the freezing fog closing in around them. She hoped that Alastor did not mind the entangling mists. There were a lot more where that came from.
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This was a place Sahalie came to think a lot. Or, really, talk to herself because she was not too great at being quiet. She wasn't sure who had taken her here, since she must have been young. Could have been @Triell, could have been @Spieden or @Jessie. And since then, it had changed quite a lot.
The fog was in full bloom, now, and much heavier. "Gotta stay close," Sahalie barked, waving her tail behind her for guidance. The ground was rockier, here, so it was often slick and now was quite icy. Sahalie shivered in anticipation, though she was surprised how quickly the Three Sisters came upon her and her friend. In the winter now the roar of the falls was quite dull. A sheet of ice spread across each of the three water falls, though there was clearly water that still moved beneath the diamond covering, enough to create the thick haze and vague drizzle that fell upon them. The three falls were not equally sized, going from a very modest fall to a roaring one — at least, in the summer it roared. Each of the veins seemed to have it's own personality, even though they all were fed by the same river. The pool the water itself fell into was almost entirely frozen except for an opening where the falls ended.
"The small one there, that's Rissa. And then there's Aiyanna in the middle, and Kisla is the biggest. These are the Three Sisters." The names were a necessary part of the tour, as it was part of the pack's history. Her history. "In real life they're my cousins, but in nature they're waterfalls. The old leader, Corinna, named them after her daughters." She explained this as if it were all very exciting. Because it was to Sahalie, who liked thinking she lived in a place rich with stories. "Corinna was like, the coolest. I never met her though." Eagerly she glanced back to her friend, wondering what he thought of the Three frosted Sisters.