Fishblight Mire Blot Out the Moon, Pull Down the Stars

While Soleon fished, a lone, dark figure appeared in the horizon, her small frame popping up from the reeds in an almost comical fashion. Two large ears swivelled atop her head, tracking the sound of a cricket, a toad, and the babble of a nearby brook — all of it seemed interesting, but in the end, it was her eyes that found the most appealing stimuli: another wolf!

As soon as she'd spotted him, Journey was bouncing along the waterways, searching out the quickest way to reach her quarry through the mire. Navigating the various streams and creeks then took up most of her focus, so that she was not even watching the larger creature she was approaching with such single-minded determination.

Eventually, she was close enough that there was naught but a hop, skip, and another creek between them. Distance easily closed, but not quite yet. Journey took a breath,

"Hey!" she piped up, regardless of whether or not she'd already attracted the other's attention. She gave a friendly wag of her tail, managing to exude a patient, hopeful, and expectant air as she gazed upon this perfect stranger.