Tuktu Weir june bug, the weather breaks

In her peripheral vision she saw a snow drift marred by smudges of color, and it called out to her with a sneeze. She did a double-take on that.

Wha — no, that wasn't a snow drift. That was a wolf! Possibly the first real and living person she'd seen since her departure from the Oaks. Kratha's big dumb ears fanned forwards like fleshy wings, and she fixed her big-eyed stare upon the stranger.

She had something in her mouth that looked interesting, so Kratha closed the distance between them with the ease of her long strides, happy enough to have found company and even giddier at the prospect of food. Hey girlie! What you got there? Her pupils seemed to grow upon mentioning the food, blackening her eyes and making the iris seem all that more unnatural in their brightness.