Golden Glade Night's Brought New

@Aspen
@Charley Pryor

Where had the time gone?
Darsal, a wolf of her own, had spent the past few months roaming, lone and vulnerable, through the Teekon Wilds. An inexplicable incident had left her without her mate, Mako, the only wolf she'd ever been able to truly communicate with. The lack of information of the whole incident had not only taken her sense of security, but the certainty that she was as sane as she'd thought.
At four years of life, she had left her family, a massive, stoical clan of wolves in a nothern tundra. Now, in the Wilds, she had no one to call her friend or kin, and everyone to call her foe.
Her blackened-gray figure, recently defaced with a gash along her shoulder from a rogue skirmish with three opponents, was now hidden in a secluded crevice of a den in a craggy cluster of stone. A lonesome moon hung over the land with half its face in shadow, casting a silver swath of light into Darsal's place of refuge. Her stare roved outward along the broken skyline, eyes heavy but refusing the wolf any rest.
A low, heaving howl came from deep within a glade nearby. Darsal's somewhat-folded ears, though thick with fur, were able to decipher its chorus: the origin was another she-wolf like herself. Yet, there was a certain beacon of invitation in her voice, a certain... confidence. 
Darsal knew this was not only a declaration of territory, but a call for company as well. She needed no more; she sought the presence of another creature, one who wouldn't try to kill her or flee, squalling like a crow, at her approach. Thus, she rose from her uncomfortable position, and headed into the glade. The slight scent at the border was noted, but the brisk gait of her paws was no less.