Blackfeather Woods change of tides

Akari took chances and departed, at night, to scout the forest. It's her new home, now, so the least she could do to get started is to get familiar with it. She let herself be guided by the wind and the pale moonlight patching the trails as the light breaches the canopy.
With every step, her scent becomes one with the forest's, and so the bond between her and that place strengthens.

The forest speaks,  guides her. The wolf only had to interpret the signs, get used to its subtle language. The cold breeze hissed as it shakes the bushes: it carried a scent to it... Or better said a sense, something that stirred with Akari's soul.

A presence.

Curiosity made her detour from her original path. What feeling was that?
Picking up a trail, the female wolf meandered through the trees. The forest took little time to show her she was on the right path: dust, glowing with moonlight, held her sight for a while. The dust hung in the air around her, enlightening the trail even further.
And then, at last, Akari spotted it, between the dark foliage of the bushes. Two wolves in a small clearing: one was dark as the night, and the other... the other glowed as if it was made of moonlight itself, having a white blindly aura cloaking its figure.

"Tidings." She greeted while she squeezed her body between the heavy bushes. "Who are you?" She asked with a note of innocence tainting her voice. Her question was meant to both wolves, but her eyes couldn't detach from the pale, ethereal presence.