Blackfeather Woods Let my mind be your freedom

He was not quick to arrive, a nap having lured him in. He’d found a rare spot where the sun shone through the canopy, and there he laid, taking in the warmth. The howl made him stir and he blinked a few times, conscious of the sound and what it meant, but it took him a few extra minutes to rise; several joints cracked and he let out a grunt, unsteady. Thankfully, the weariness of his previous slumber wore off and he was able to give his body a good shake before setting off to find the source of the howl.

As Kove approached he spotted two wolves, both female; one belonged and the other did not, the scents that he inhaled exposing them. Holding his head high, he closed the distance between them and himself, a nod offered to his pack mate whilst his gaze was drawn to the stranger. “Who are you and what brings you to our home?” asked the ghost, the pleasantries previously exchanged between the women having gone unheard. Was she, by chance, another searching for a lost soul?