For posterity’s sake, it might have helped her if she had kept some memento of the dark female. Yet at the time, there was little that could have been spared other than literal fur or flesh. And of course, that wouldn’t have amounted to an agreeable impression. Instead, Xi’nuata was left to wander by way that she could gather from the forest itself, taking note of the many scents, those lupine and not, and hoping one would lead to if not near her intended destination.
But there was hope.
Coming toward her side, the autumn wolf smiled at the presence of a familiar face. Her eyes brightened and tail swayed modestly in glee at the odd-eared face she had traveled a good ways to see. “A little, yes,” she smiled unabashedly as she walked over with a slight bound to greet her dark companion. She extended her muzzle in the hopes of fondly gracing a black shoulder. “I had come to see you! But lost my way… or perhaps I did not have a ‘way’ to really follow.” |