Hushed Willows sveppum

bijou trailed after the scent of a scarlet-shawled she-wolf. her lips curled delightedly to spot the siren make a mockery of their gender by her squatless gesture.

crouching as she came along the foraging she-wolf, bijou let herself be known by the careless place of a single paw across brittle vine. crack -- enough that even the most witless of wolves would be alerted of her presence.