Shadewood Maybe I'll find myself sitting on that distant shore

"Chases Crows." He swung an ear toward her, the other ruddy-brown ear still cast forward in the direction his attention lay: far ahead between the trees, where the distant rustle of a dead leaves and the crack of a twig had been heard. Some small furry creature bounded across his line of sight. Squirrel.

"There's a bear. Come on." Grawlix turned his head and stepped abreast of his companion with a quiet hm? as he followed her gaze. The ink of black bear's pelt was a stark shadow even in the infant daylight.

The wolf tipped his nose up, scenting the wind as it drew past them. There was good meat to be had down there. He swiped his salmon tongue along his lips and fell in behind her lead as they broke the edge of the treeline.