Mount Apikuni don't go out tonight

he stills behind her, and she peers down at the quail as suddenly they scatter, uttering shrill alarm cries before falling silent. something unknown has spooked them; a robin takes hasty wing from where it had been perched, somewhere out of sight. she watches a moment two, before she pulls back from the edge, perching docilely upon her haunches. 

her shoulders rise and fall, a tiny gesture. "I am not all wolf." that much is obvious from her appearance; yet her pelt is a feature hailing from no wild ancestor; downy as it is. she slinks through the conversation like a minnow through the shallows, changing momentum, direction, easily. she too has wants, interests, but they are easily held at bay.