Emberwood glass into butter, butter into starlight

Archiving since she went inactive. Feel free to reopen if/when she comes back :)

It was not the rustle of shrubbery or the chill in the wind that drew the male's attention elsewhere, but rather the faint sickness that seemed to linger in the rarefied air around him. At first he'd thought it was a fox succumbing to the dread of winter but the closer he got the more it dawned on him that this was one of his own that had fallen to the unfortunate sting of the cold season.

Instincts told him to turn around, to avoid whoever held such an ailing aura about them and for a split second he considered doing so. That was until he caught sight of the weary female from the corner of his eye and a sense of guilt overtook him. He paused, unsure whether to approach and after a moment of thought let out a raspy chuff, leaving it up to her whether or not to engage in conversation or continue on her way.