Shadewood Tired Eyes

As she heard steps approaching, she feared that she did not recognize the odd pattern. There was usually a soft one two, three four sound to a wolf's steps, but there was something inconsistent and unsetting about the way this creature moved. It wasn't a snake, she decided, and she pulled a bit further back into the darkness, though the nettles from the branches prickled her hide. She watched with wide eyed as she first saw the shadow of the figure, followed then by something whose shape was distorted, a muzzle turned long and held at an odd angle- but that was simply her imagination running away on her. She recognized her brother's form in an instant, and realized with relief that his form only looked distorted because he was dragging a stick along with him. That would explain the strange sound of his footfalls. 

Relieved that she was no longer alone, Chacal twisted and turned, prying herself out of the evergreen's boughs and shimmying out into the open so that she could catch up with Valravn, tail whipping from side to side. She uttered a quiet huff as she plastered herself to his side, and covered his shoulder with happy licks. She still didn't know where they were- but at least she wasn't alone anymore.