Duskfire Glacier nature, nurture, heaven, and home

Blood was on the wind, then, and the sound of digging ceased. But the blood was wholly canine in quality; Sangilak calmed herself with this, and then moved into view without further delay. She had moved slowly as she had wanted to know what she was approaching, but the sharp, metallic scent of red was telling. As she drove forward, her eyes fell upon a wolf who looked as much as the terrain as she did. Her tail twitched idly at her hocks as she observed him cleaning the wound. To show she herself wasn't a threat, she casually looked away and placed her snout to the earth, visibly displaying that she was passing through. Her glacial eyes shifted back to him and betrayed her deeper interest, however. Still, her proestrus—something she was not yet aware she went through, herself—kept her at a distance.