Sun Mote Copse wonderland

When a voice carried to her from seemingly nowhere, Miyax was startled. She back up a half-step and looked for the source of the noise, her nose wiggling and small ears standing like tiny pyramids atop her head. It was easy for her to find the oncoming wolf. He was brazen. His posture was confident. There was something in the tone of his voice that made her uneasy though, so Miyax stayed rooted to her spot rather than being her usually investigative self. She had learned from her last experience — a little more jaded now, she was skeptical and cautious instead of bold and frivolous with her life. All the same, she reached out with her eager snout for a taste of the air around him, and crooned an inviting note towards the stranger.