Sun Mote Copse from dusk until dawn

It wasn’t often that Digit was swept off her feet – in fact, this might even be a first time. But when her curious, burning orange eyes slowly gazed upon Arunik’ra, she was silenced as if a knife was forced to her throat. Speechless and, at the same time, utterly and almost devotedly impressed.

What caused such a strange reaction? Digit had seen many wolves, of all shapes, colors and sizes but never had she seen a slim, near crimson-red, fox-painted Red Wolf. She was put under a spell, a willing victim to an almost magical creature. This wasn’t just any wolf. Not believing in saints, Digit suddenly became the believer and the sinner.

”Greetings.” Leathery lips parted and words fell out, slow and steady, submissive and calm. Her front paws stood angled wide and with her nose she touched the ground. As if she bowed, just once. You’ve put me under a spell.