Haunted Wood shiny leather in the dark

Hope you don't mind me!

It had been days now, and still no sign of Miss Lainie. He hadn’t meant to lose her, really; wolves just ranged so far, he could never keep track of them. They were far better hunters and trackers than he’d ever be, after all. Even after circling the territories surrounding the meadow for days, there had been no sign of her. Dart had even asked some of the lone wolves he had come across in the valley, but either they had not seen any by her description, or they simply snapped at him. The tempers on some of these fickle beasts.

Dart had all but given up hope on finding his young saviour. However, he had kept the description of the friend she had sought in mind, just in case. White fur, red eyes, black spots. Perhaps he would have an idea where the girl had run off to.

Resting upon a branch high in the treetops, D'Artagnan preened his feathers mindlessly, oblivious to the battered and bruised timber just below. That was until another spoke up, causing the raven to pause and shift his attention to the forest’s dark floor. His blue eyes widened in surprise. While the lighting was dim, and he was not certain yet of the pale man’s eye colour, he couldn’t help but feel excitement rise in his breast. Why, was this the very wolf he had been looking for?

With an intrigued chirp, Dart hopped from his perch and fluttered gently onto the branches below, closer now to the two strangers, watching on curiously.