As she picked her way carefully through a forest of tall trees and admired the greenery around her, her spirits were high. Relic Lore was slowly becoming Volkan's home. The rugged she-wolf had met enough faces, both friendly and not so friendly, to know that the wolves here were... <i>something else,</i> far more interesting than the hard-headed Aquila warriors amongst whom she'd grown up. And recently, nothing intrigued her like wandering and discovering new places. The new sights and smells and colors– not to mention wolves– gave her a certain high that she'd never felt before. For once, she was just traveling, seeing the sights... not running from anything.
A scent hit her nose: water. <i>A drink would be awesome,</i> she mused, and so the abnormally plucky she-wolf waltzed through the wood, her nose leading her to a small pool. The scenery here was pristine, tranquil; the soft gurgle of a creek and the afternoon songs of birds in the hours before rain soothed her. Feathery tail resting contentedly at her paws, she approached the edge of the water. Her reflection was the same, though touched with a hint of something happy that she didn't quite recognize– had she ever seen herself smile like this?
Her attention flickered quickly from her ripply countenance to the small fish lingering in the water. She'd catch one in a few moments. Right now, she settled down to her haunches, deeply inhaling the earthy air and letting her eyes slip shut. <i>Ahhh.</i> Nothing, not even an intruder on her present serenity, could ruin a moment like this... but unfortunately for Volkan, she probably wasn't the only wolf exploring these parts in search of some peace and quiet.</blockquote>