Fairspell Meadow Small dinner, spoiled by you

sorry for the wait, rough week.

Laska was gulping down more sweet berries, that were staining her purely white pelt, when another approached her. Swallowing the last one after just a mere two chews she smiled unaware that she had a stain of blue on her face. “Well hello there” She said courteously as she dipped her head and then let a small smile welcome the stranger.

It seemed that the aroma of the stranger was that of many other wolves. Her guard was up now, hackles ready to raise if she was even slightly threatened by the wolf. She was always smaller than any other so being on guard came naturally to her.