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The small wolf returned to the scent-marked timberline, carrying her humble offerings daintily between her teeth. She had a fresh caught mackerel and a long sliver of smooth crimson sea glass. Her pale seafoam eyes were brimming with excitement and her tail swished merrily behind her. This was it. This is what she had left home to do.

She was confident but she could feel her heart thump to a quicker rhythm as she prepared to hail the denizens of the stately forest. "Okay," she breathed, stooping to carefully lay her gifts in front of her delicate paws. She arranged them so that the deep red glass was balanced neatly across the fish in an X shape. Reef took a moment to appraise her work with a cant of her head, and then shuffled back a step and sat down.

Tilting her slim head back, the flaxen girl howled a melodic greeting, and then waited with baited breath and cupped ears for a reply, or for someone to come say hello.