Ankyra Sound I am the mask you wear

Maybe it was because she was getting close to her nearly forgotten homeland, or maybe it was just the windy weather, or the fact she never had to worry about seeing Raptor again, but she was in a better mood than she had been in recent days. The forest reminded her a bit of the glade and something else nestled deep in her memory, and she breathed deep the familiar scents. In summer it would be almost all moss and choking greenery, but in winter it was spacious and a little bit regal.

There was still enough cover that for a short time she didn't realize she had a companion, at least until his voice rang out nearby. Wylla drew up short and glanced around with a frown before playfully calling back to her unseen comrade, "so bodacious, it's so very efficacious." Who the fuck was this guy anyway?

She seemed to be asking that question a lot lately. Fortunately, Wylla wasn't always spineless, and she turned and headed directly for the voice, emerging from the deeper woods to find herself face-to-face with a thickly ruffed pale wolf, whom she shot a creepy grin and murmured, "sooooo vivacious," even though, for some reason, there was exactly nothing about him that she found attractive except for his eye colour.