Interesting.

These lands were interesting. Sitka was nearly panting. They had run, and run.. For no reason. They just wanted to run and they wanted to run fast, run for a day and a half, get to new places and new heights.

Even if this was some fantastical dream world, some place where wolves could.. Craft (they wondered how the others did it), drink, they could do many things. Back in their world, it had seemed like they were the only one left. And they could not even fashion a leaf into a cup— what a wondrous world this was.

Sitka was still convinced that this land was a dream.. Perhaps they were.. In a coma. Or something. Their energetic trot slowed as they caught the scent of.. Someone else!

Oh, joy! Sitka had not spoken to someone in quite some time. They had been, as previously stated, running forever. They weighed their options- It was always better to approach with a smile, even if it wasn;t true. Sometimes, they just didn’t like someone as soon as they set eyes on them.

They wondered if this was the case as they trotted towards, head held high, a— considerably ugly— grin on their face, and rounded upon the figure. Not as far away as they should have been, not a safe distance, maybe only a tail length, as they approached the other swiftly, but eh. Who cares?

“Hallooo! Who goes there?”