Blackfeather Woods i am a hoarder of worlds

Her fur feels warmer in some spots, and wet, and her nose wrinkles when she realizes what she’s done. Her sides heave, tongue lolling from her mouth, as she stares up at the two wolves with wide eyes. One looks like the big white wolf that stays in the den most of the time, but in the same way the female had looked like him. Big. And white. She blinks back a few confusing thoughts and peers toward the other one that looks a little different, unlike the wolves she’s seen so far.

Qilaq stares a little longer than perhaps she should, watching the dark male across the way. They exchange a few words but they don’t make it to the girl. She finds herself focused more on his eyes and how one looks different than the other. The longer she stares at them, the weirder she feels. Her chest feels heavy and her stomach drops, shuffling back out of the muddy puddle she’s made.