Wapun Meadow You didn't see anything

The rear of the male was what had drawn her, the fluffy tail that reminded her so of her mother's, the fact that something about this wolf was off and might not be wolf at all. Perhaps this was Mawk, the wolfdog Cebra had told her about, and she approached eagerly, though her steps became wary as she began to doubt her previous thought. Surely this Mawk might not be found so far beyond the borders, which she'd left behind a few moments ago. A chuff strangled in her throat when finally the thing beside the male became apparent. A scream too died in her throat, though a tiny pep emerged, and the wide-eyed girl crept backward, tail curled tightly around herself as she sought to creep back to a place she could safely run from, heart plummeting to lie somewhere at her feet.