Meadowlark Prairie a whisper of silk

 

a wild thur appeared!  let me know when she's getting closerrrr

she did not understand the tension in the air, electric in the land that separated the two packs.  she was also unaware entirely of the war itself, and the danger she put herself in by being here.

the brute's form drops to the ground and her hackles raise momentarily before she realizes he is play-bowing, and immediately she wags into one of her own, paws fwap-fwapping against the snow wildly.  her jaws loosen and her tongue comes lolling out, rounded ears slimming back before returning to attention.

she starts to vocalize, somewhere between an assertive bark and a wail, tail curled above her back and wagging with a pining eagerness.

from this position she dances, moving towards him in a mad dash before skidding to a halt while remaining a respectable distance, resuming her posturing.