Overture Downs soft light

The still air and the heaviness of the fog made it difficult to detect movement by scent, but Journey wasn't worried; she wasn't expecting to be hunted here today. But this meant she was surprised when she heard another making its way toward her, and stood quickly, spinning to face the sneaking aggressor head-on.

Her fur was standing on-end in order to make her appear as large as possible, but all this floofiness was the only sign of aggression coming from the young shewolf.  She blinked at the male, and in a moment had divined that he had not come down to her tree in order to attack her, and that, perhaps, he had not meant to approach her at all.

"Hello," she said, bemused and still settling from the surprise of having been snuck up on. Behind her, one of the bison gave a snort as if in warning, and even though her standing form had not been tall enough to have revealed her to the beasts, she felt chastened by the sound and tucked herself more completely behind the tree once more. "Get down here!" she urged with a lash of her dark tail. "They're gonna see you!"

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