Sun Mote Copse lucid dreaming

It wasn't often that the spirit ran into wolves that were smaller than her. She and her shadow were small in stature but it seemed that the ruddy girl who approached was even smaller. Yet what she lacked in size she made up for with sass and attitude. Her request was more of a command and was given with lifted tail. The pale youth seemed unfazed, her body language completely neutral as it was before the girl's approach.

Pack is new, was not here before. Her voice was rough from disuse. Was curious. She'd been curious to see what wolves lived here, and now she knew one, at least. Yet she doubted that the girl would warm up to her any time soon. Still, she'd at least try to poke the bear a little to see just how much sass the girl had. The spirit smiled a cheeky smile as she said, with a hint of playful sass in her voice: Your fur is pretty. Most wolves she had met were white, black, or grey. She had not met many wolves that looked as interesting as this one.