I feel your love

The pine marten wove a nonsensical path through the undergrowth. Ptarmigan was careful in surveying the low-lying leaves and scrub for signs of her quarry, but more than once she found herself turning back from a dead end and retracing her steps. Frustration was beginning to mount on her and turn her expression sour, and it was in this state she rose to a bubbly greeting.

Her ears twisted pensively to the sides as she levelled her brilliant green gaze upon the weird wolf that was skipping toward her. Hekate looked perfectly ordinary to her in coat colour, but Ptarmigan hadn't ever seen two-toned eyes before. It was a rare condition, after all, so it was no surprise that she was instantly mistrustful of a phenomenon she had never encountered before.

Still, the burgundy female didn't seem threatening, and was significantly younger than herself, so Ptarmigan decided to entertain her entrance, at least for a moment. “You need something?” she asked, taking care not to sound too brusque.