Sleepy Fox Hollow I am Groot

Despite her amiable overture, the black she-wolf remained cool and inhospitable. Wildfire took a breath, pondering what to say or do next. Then the stranger gestured at the wall where she had attempted to climb. This was followed by a pointed sweep of her black muzzle in the opposite direction and Wildfire did her best to decipher the unspoken message. Her brow furrowed as she concentrated while simultaneously rising onto all fours. If one thing was clear, it was that she was not welcome here in this neck of the woods.

Wildfire gently plucked up the fox's carcass, then took a step toward the she-wolf. Show me where to go, her demeanor said. While she waited to be escorted from this place, she glanced around herself, her amber eyes shifting up to the towering peak to the left. Is that where you live? her gaze seemed to ask once it tumbled earthward again. It looked the very definition of a spire, so she wondered if this wolf belonged to the same pack as Kroc.

It all made sense, anyway. This was not technically the woman's territory, yet it was close enough to explain her unwelcoming behavior. Wildfire had no qualms with being asked to leave and shuffled behind the behemoth of a she-wolf. Perhaps she would even leave the fox to her, as a sort of toll for being allowed passage through here without harm.