Sleepy Fox Hollow inner moonlight

The woman responded with a soft voice, offering the name of a place called Bearclaw Valley. Ginsberg’s features should have been evident; she had no idea where that was. Of course, since she had only just arrived in the Teekon Wilds a short time before, she didn’t expect to know any of the nearby names. Out of politeness, the feral girl followed the line of the red woman’s muzzle to the direction of her home. Gin would have no idea just how far away she meant, but she nodded her muzzle downward only once to signal that she understood. Then, she had expected that to be the extent of their conversation. Shortly after, an introduction was offered.

The red wolf had become Mona with but a single phrase. The feral offered a soft smile of understanding and drew her skull upward. “I’m Ginsberg,” she then stated in a steady tone. There was a youthful confidence there, but she carried the weight of months of travel in the jagged lines of her shoulder fur. It was safe to say that Mona should have felt a titch anxious under the watchful gaze of the looming shadow… but she had given Ginsberg no reason to do her harm.