Wild Berry Meadow Losing Time

Perhaps it was the brisk air, or perhaps she had simply stayed in one location one day too long, but Feyre decided to leave the small alclove she had found days prior. Solid ground crunched beneath her paws, still trapped in winter's icy grasp. This land was normally covered in berries by now, but instead it was covered in frost - if not ice.

The fae rounded a bend, cold wind slamming into her ivory face. Her eyes watered, and for a millisecond she thought that she was seeing black dots, but as her amber optics narrowed against the wind she saw them merge into a singular figure. Another wolf. Perhaps its a loner as well? She marveled, tilting her snout into the now-calmer wind. The distinct smell of others hovered from that singular figure. A pack wolf then. Curiousity lifted her brow, her lithe form trotting towards the obsidian creature. The wolf's features were distinctly male, causing her footsteps to falter ever so slightly before a slow grin chased the shadows from her facade. Her past few run-ins had always been females similar to herself. Stopping nearly ten feet from him, the dove let out a soft chuff - a polite greeting that was sure not to scare him. Saying hello in the silence felt too loud.