Moonspear frostfall

holy shit i never saw this had a response to it. <333

The shadow was never certain how she would feel when approached by another body. The sound of a melodic call from behind her had shot through the girl a weary, watchful shape to her small body. Lucy turned her head in the direction of the summons and caught sight of a pretty, young woman. Her coat was draped in a milky color with toasted marshmallow tips that stood out pleasantly against the brightness of her base pelt. The ghoul lowered her skull to the earth and tucked her stubbed tail against her rear with some discomfort. She’d never felt so sore in her life. The unnamed female smelled of Moonspear, so Lucy forced herself to relax some and to steady her own breathing. She knew that she could not have escaped companionship for the rest of her life, and that all creatures were not as foul and wicked as the ones she had met.
 
“Hello,” she called with a small wag of her tufted nubbin. The blue of her gaze roamed over the other woman’s figure before settling on the kindly expression in her face. Lucy then looked back to the den she had found and felt a pang of anxiety strike against her chest. “This isn’t… your den, is it?” she asked. Fear laced her tone and her ears flattened against her cap apologetically. The scents had been faded, but the dark shadow did not wish to insult any of the residents of the mountain pack.