Jade Fern Grove tronkova

heda wandered after a promising scent. it reminded her of how cleetus' had been, which was upsetting. she veered away from it and almost stumbled into the tall legs of a wolf she had never met before. his voice was low; an answering "hallo" echoed from heda even before she could stop herself.
it was his scars, and beyond the scars, which she traced with her adventure-hungry gaze, it was a sense that he had been places and seen things she simply could not. heda tried to pull to mind the face of her mother. had nomi borne the same marks?
"'m heda," she mumbled, suddenly shy over the chosen moniker which had, until this point, sat rakish and roseate upon her head.