Blackbeak Bluff A lonely little fox

Aria smiled, her heart warmed by the little fox's happiness. She nosed her off as she went. Silently, she wondered what crazy she was talking about, but didn't think too hard on it. Tilki was talking to a tree, when she arrived. She watched as she began to pad off, her bright tail waving as she did so. Her fur contrasted so much with the winter world around them, and the white wolf couldn't help but wonder if she would make it. Perhaps she really had helped her out, perhaps she was better off now.

"Tilki!" the pretty fae called out. "It is not wise to travel too far in our territory!" she advised, suddenly worried for the wolf. "Not all are as kind as I am to your kin! If you ever wish to meet me again, you need only ask, but do not anger the wolves of my pack!" She couldn't tell if the fox heard her or not, but she hoped she did. Aria let out a soft sigh, shaking her head. She hoped that she had helped the small thing, she really did.

And with one small glance back, Aria left.