Hushed Willows Will you bleed me out?

the blue cast of moonlight set the pale wolf aglow as she trekked through the willows, avoiding the shadowy places and clinging to the rippling slivers of light. nose to the ground, she snuffled through the varied forest floor foliage and debris without true purpose. merely taking note of the scents, the faint traces of wolf and other woodland creatures.

the crunch and shuffle of footsteps brought her idle nosing to a sudden stop. yakone went still, head lifting with ears upright atop her pale crown. she searched one direction carefully, then the other. as her gaze drifted back across the landscape, the source of the sound revealed itself. a wolf; towering, dark-coated, and striped in brilliant nightgleam where slivers of moonlight reflected off his coat.

she woofed softly, tail wagging uncertainly behind her. hello? her voice seemed to question; a tentative initiation to an unexpected encounter.