Bearclaw Valley Tomorrow

Ico was as stark in the shadows as the other was hidden. But he spotted her sooner that he might've otherwise, because he was on the lookout for a dark wolf. Just not this dark wolf.

Still, she was heading his way, probably tracking the rabbit he'd let elude him an hour ago. It would be remiss of him not to bid her good evening. Good evening. Just like that. You were at the meeting a few weeks back, weren't you. My name's Ico.