Bearclaw Valley we rush the west in silence

He flowed in her wake like a sparrow pealing across the open expanse of a meadow. She was faster than anything he'd ever seen before, moving as if she knew the valley and its intricate twists and turns, and while he did not want to take his eyes off of the shooting star, he was forced to as he ran. When the dusty wolf emerged from the forest and was met with blinding light, he thought that surely it was the pale girl herself who shimmered. Tsukiko's eyes narrowed to sharp slits as he adjusted to the change in the lighting, and when the girl's figure became more solidified in his vision he relaxed. The yellow of his iris caught most of the surrounding light and made him look positively hideous, but he was a good distance from her - looking stunned yet trying to appeal to her as best he could.

The man kept himself back. It was easy to see the unease within her as she spun to greet him; rather, she seemed spooked by his appearance as if she hadn't noticed him behind her. He was small and thin but hardly a runner, and not stealthy. Perhaps it took more concentration than he thought to navigate these winding trails? Tsukiko put that all aside for now. He dipped his head lower and rumbled a sound to the stranger, his tail flat to his bottom but wagging all the same, trying to convey the simple message of: not a threat and hello concurrently.