Blackfoot Forest In a World of Shattered Skies

She comes nearer, her curiosity tugging at her. At this point Hemlocke is still, long legs stiffened to their placement as his eyes are ever watchful to her as she moves. A larger woman, there was a good chance she was heavier then he given the fact that he was made of mostly long limbs, large ears and an oddly and extreme curvature for any normal wolf. At this time given, he was even slighter then usual, his heavily barreled torso taunt and should lighting cast upon it, ribs may be spotted even with the darkness of his coat. He was, of course, a loner and for the very first time in his life. As she neared him it could be certain for her that she was not. However, perhaps unhappy, given the fact that she spoke of much time for exploring. That, or she was a scout or huntress. 

As she begins biting and pulling away at the vines, he waits until she is pawing at them. He too lifts a large paw, digging away at the brush and tumbles in their path. A narrow crack, through as he peers within he could not see the ending, having assumed it to be a small area one like a badger or coyote could use as a denning. To be side by side, surely the pair would be quite close to one another so he spares the woman a glance, wondering if she wanted to take head position.