[ you are a smart girl, lucy. the thank you doesn’t go unnoticed, and the wolf dips her chin down in acknowledgement (she’ll remember you too, and will keep in mind blessings). her neck then extends to take a look at the map she has. the wolf stares, in clear thought between where they should go.
wuff, comes from the wolf’s throat, loose enough to puff out her canine lips, then doing so again. wuff. that’s the closest to west she can vocalize, but on the paper— suddenly appears a circle, a clean line of black ink circling around the west of the written compass, careful not to destroy the rest of the map’s handiwork. the ink is fresh, wet, like someone had just used a brush on it.
she’s only guessing as well, but she doesn’t mind more adventure. ]
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wuff, comes from the wolf’s throat, loose enough to puff out her canine lips, then doing so again. wuff. that’s the closest to west she can vocalize, but on the paper— suddenly appears a circle, a clean line of black ink circling around the west of the written compass, careful not to destroy the rest of the map’s handiwork. the ink is fresh, wet, like someone had just used a brush on it.
she’s only guessing as well, but she doesn’t mind more adventure. ]