Honeyed Pasture I Can Go the Distance

--"hey"

A sudden voice snapped her out of whatever peace she had fallen into. The large dark female looked up, her neck practically snapping as it turned to pinpoint the location of the voice. For a moment the dark female did nothing but stare. Her hollow golden eyes not really looking at the figure before her. 

It took a few minutes for the addled female's mind to process just who, or what, was in front of her but as soon as clarity touched her fogged brain she stiffened, tail raised defensively and her lip curled back, baring a hint of teeth. All friendly and comforting words were lost on the dark pelted she-wolf and a low growl rumbled from deep in Saraneth's chest as the large female backed away from the other wolf, hackles raised. Mistrust and fear hardened her expression, causing her brows to furrow almost encompassing those honey gold eyes.