Wapun Meadow i can feel your teeth on my paper-moon skin

and what a noise it was!

the nonverbal woman finished closing the distance between them, probing her nose down his withers and rear, circling around before setting her mismatched gaze about this creature.

he was decidedly not a wolf.  she had very few run-ins with these creatures during her time alone, and her opinion of them was not very high.  but this one was not trying to hurt her, to take her food, or the flesh from her bone.

but that did not mean that he wouldn't.

she returned his songs with a tentative howl of her own, crisp and full as it cut through the winter air and carried across the meadow with ease.  soon after she paired it with curious vocalizations.  why was he so close, and what did he want from her?  maybe she could take him home, if he stayed nice, and they could live in the valley together.