Shadowwyn Moor For something to believe in

The she wolf's frown remained as she contemplated the sky. It had always been a mystical thing to her, the endless blue which occasionally grew flushed with other colours. Today it was a flat but rich blue which was only punctuated by the blaze of the sun, almost hurting Selkie's eyes as she took it in. It was the sort of expanse a wolf could easily lose themselves in – but after a few moments Selkie looked away. The lure of musing over the endless sky was too great, and she needed to keep moving.

A breeze touched the loner's fur and it came as a welcome relief from the reverie she had slipped into. With it, too, came the scent of another. Selkie's ears flicked back at his words and her eyes widened slightly as her head turned to take him in: a lanky creature of black, greys and whites who put her in mind of a bird of some sort.

“Them's fancy words,” she remarked good-naturedly, a smile flitting across her muzzle. “Bit of a contrast, isn't it? All the brightness up there -” Her muzzle jerked upward, indicating the sea of blue, “- and then this.” Her gaze fell to the downed trees and that frown marked her brow again. Truthfully, Selkie had no clue why she found the sight as disheartening as she did. Perhaps her own failings were being projected onto innocent trees.

“I ain't no great wolf, though, that's for sure.” Her tone was lighter than the expression which marred her delicate features, the remnants of her optimism sounding in her voice.