Whitebark Stream honey and the moon

AW but looking for @Artyom

Silver fur glinted in the sun—though the stark contrast of the copper mask upon her slender face was almost radiant beneath it. Perhaps, the girl herself could have been described also as such, if her thin form did not reveal the jut of ribs and the unkempt appearance of subpar days.

Meadow had been a wanderer for long enough—never truly able to find a place to settle to, and so she stood upon the fresh borders of an unknown pack, the only true interest she held now was the knowledge that her birth pack had once laid claim to the forest not far from them.

She needed to start somewhere—and so the girl tilted her muzzle back, eliciting a low song that requested the presence of the wolves that laid claim to the stream.