Sun Mote Copse You were dancing in your tube socks in our hotel room.

It was nice to walk with him, for what that was worth. It was a short foray through the woods that she would remember for a while as she savored his company, although at the time of their wandering Blackheart did not realize how important their presence would be for her. In the next few weeks she'd find herself stranded among these trees, unable to find her way anywhere. The sense of comradrie she'd feel would sour in to resentment to some degree as her lonliness deepend.

For now, she followed her new friend. His frequent glances back made her giddy. She enjoyed the flash of his eyes in the sparse sunlight, the autumnal glow of his brackish fur, and watching him move so fluidly along. When they came to a stop Blackheart was a bit sad; it felt like they were on an adventure but it did not last long.

Some of the wolves in my pack aren't too keen on strangers, he explained. Blackheart was busy glancing back the way they'd come and missed the expression on his face, and when she returned to looking at him, her chin tucked slightly, she looked doe-eyed and sad, too. That's alright, she murmurs in her deep voice. Maybe not every wild dog was accepting but she was fortunate enough to have met at least one.

Without saying another word, she began to sulk through the trees. Her long-limbed stride helped her to pick her way without much issue, and when she looked back to see if he was following her, he was gone.