Hushed Willows Will you bleed me out?

the wolf turned to her, scarlet eyes gleaming through the night like a bad omen. it seemed an eternity passed in that moment. theirs was a classic and timeless scene. two wolves, starkly still and vigilant as they studied one another from a distance; utter strangers connected by a single second of awareness.

then the dark wolf moved, head bobbing in acknowledgement, and the spell broke. yakone shuffled in place as the other canine approached, his scent floating toward her on the cool night breeze. young. male. healthy. but was he a threat?

the distance between them dwindled to nothing in a blink. the dark male's proximity startled her, but yakone only wiggled and yipped quietly in response to his nosing and prodding. she dropped into a play bow when he nipped her, tail stiff but still swaying slowly, and darted forward to nip him back before whirling and flitting away like a feather on the wind. she put several feet between them and turned back with another short woof, posture lingering in a tenuous balance between defensive and playful. she would not be seen as weak or afraid, but neither would she instigate a conflict.