how chance the roses there fade so fast?

Witchhazel · (This post was last modified: March 18, 2018, 08:32 PM by Witchhazel.)

the single gust was not an outlier as the flakes began to fall thicker, a subtle change that the girl did not notice. it was during snowfalls like the one that was destined to come that she was at her most helpless; her limited vision became negligible and the soundlessness that accompanied the precipitation made it near impossible to navigate without the aid of her companion. but the worst of the flurries would not come until night cast its shadow across the Wild, and that was hours away.

the girl introduced herself as Lily, and hazel followed suit a moment after. "my name is witchhazel" she was, of course, greatly relieved to know that she was no threat, and surely if she presented any sign of changing her intent, togo would be quick to alert her. she was silent a moment as her auds perked toward her companion a moment, waiting for an introduction that would not come. it was rare the smaller canid chose to speak with another, and even when alone, words rarely passed between them. theirs was a bond that required no words to explain or strengthen it, it merely was.

her mind had already danced away from the conversation at hand, and when the woman spoke once more she was delayed in her response. "we live nowhere," they were nomadic, rarely welcome and happy without the much more complex life that would come with falling in with a band, or a clan. besides, the coyote had been ill disposed to such groups since being ejected from her own.