Bearclaw Valley it don't matter if the cold wind blows

she had caught wind of @Tadec - his scent freshly laid across the borders. at first her hackles rifled in alarm that he would be so brazen as to infiltrate her home -- but as she snuffed her muzzle in the snow, the scent of xan and others interlaid across the dimpled snowpack. content then perhaps he had sought entry before trespass, the redleaf wolf lifted back her thin muzzle and issued call for him. her voice lifted past the snowstudded copse and well into the shivering timbers of the valley -- with ears cupped she listened as the last of her song faded in soft echoes, replaced by nothing but the light play of the wind.