The Heartwood empty home

Dragoon started her move, wandering idly around the wilderness. She preferred to find a dark forest when the night came, but sometimes she resolved to sleeping during the open, despite discomfort. She was so open, with a white and silver pelt, and beaming red eyes. A ghost they called her, or a witch others would say.

Then through her small journey, the white wolf spotted another, and peered over.