Flycatcher Downs Love without complications galore

the russet redleaf had been on her way out of bearclaw, her purpose clear: find lucas. such an endeavor took her well out of the reach of bearclaw's realm, and before long she was in an unfamiliar basin, which sported an unfamiliar wolf in its depths. all intention to further scout for lucas were put on temporary hold as she sized up the stranger, finding her fur on end by the surprise.

yet her coldness was unwarranted, for as she drifted closer, the shadows gave way to gunmetal, and then eventually, soft silver -- wraen's form was unmistakable.

she strode forward more confidently, her posture friendly and features softened: "hey!" the redleaf barked, her tone warm yet with a shade of worry -- "wraen, it's good to see you -- but, have you seen a small piebald pup, white and tawny?"