Sun Mote Copse Daffodil

"there is one here," eshamun offered, settling on her haunches before the other wolfess. she seemed quite distressed, and the viridian eyes of the ekar-aji shone with affectionate worry. "what troubles you?" she inquired, extending her muzzle in a show of goodwill. with their numbers low beneath the encroachment of winter, it would do well to invite any joiners into the malkaria's fold.