Redhawk Caldera watch me make 'em bow

Though it is not much shelter from the biting breeze, Annaliese is grateful for its existence nonetheless. She is cold, hunkering closer to the freezing earth in an effort to find a touch of warmth. Her coat may be thick and ready for winter’s worse weather, but admittedly she misses the warmth her siblings once provided. It’s almost been a year.

Unaware of the following wolf, she is startled—lifting her head with ears perked and lips curling back in a defensive snarl. A show, certainly, but Annaliese has never feared using her fangs if need be. Fortunately, the yearling seems to be just as lost in the world as she had been prior. The foxfire relaxes with a sigh.

Yeah? She barks back, neither welcoming nor completely cold. It seems no one in these Wilds has the balls to approach her with words.