Wild Berry Meadow Life begins when you know how it ends

Except from her paws squelching, there is little sound. Maude is left to her thoughts for a moment, which isn't always the best thing for a half???? madwoman. She thinks of Ondine and her brat, wonders for Kjalarr, her thoughts racing between sex and violence, as it usually did when involved with her love and his loves. She ponders thier future, even as her paws become engulfed in dirt and mud.

But then there was a howl nearby, and Maude froze, her body turning towards her, bent in a fighting stance as she scanned the area. Her golden eyes lock on the golden wolf, the body tangled in the dirt, slowly rising. There was blood, which Maude snorted at. It reminded her of so long ago, when a coyote tossed rocks at her, scarring her muzzle. At least now there was no annoying creature, but simply Mother Nature fucking with them. As She usually did.

The bleeding wolf asked who she was and what she was doing, quite bluntly, she might add. She was perturbed, but made little comment. Oi'm walkin' 'round 'ere. Ain't much else, She responses, giving the wolf a once over. The body suggested masculinity, but a quick glance near his crotch suggested otherwise. It felt strange not being the only one anymore, but she wasn't sure how to go about it. What if this wolf did identify as a she. Then what? Now she felt how everyone must feel when she came around. Me name's Maude. Who're you?