Twisted Slough II. Caught in the burning glow.

Slosh, slosh, slosh, slosh caused her attention to be piqued from the root she'd been chewing that stuck out from the yuck of this place. She had travelled far to see the wonders that the world presented her with, to see what was out there that was not the darkness of the forest. Besides her sister, the spirit had never met anyone her own age; well, as far as spirits obeyed the laws of age, of course. It was this that piqued her interest the most when she lay eyes on him; sure, he looked full grown, like her, but there was something in his eyes, the way he was and the way his full-grown body parts all fit into place that showed that age. The spirit could not explain it, but it was as it was.

Her stark white contrasted the surroundings here, where the world was a lot less white than pretty much anywhere else right now, but she liked it here nonetheless: it reminded her of home, or at least some parts of it. She came into motion, sullying her white pelt as she slosh-sloshed in his direction, eager to see how he may respond, this outside wolf.