precious and fragile things

The golden-hued wolf padded leisurely through the grass, which was becoming increasingly brittle as the autumn season trudged along. She was headed towards the sparsely peppered trees atop the two steep hills that rose alongside the creek, apparently dubbed as 'The Sleeping Guardians'. As Falwasi walked along, destination in mind, she heard a violent splash coming from the creek, followed by a large white figure emerging from the rumbling waters. Falwasi halted and looked closely to try and make out who the wolf was. After a few seconds of observing, she concluded it to be Dovev, whom she had briefly met along with Shadow.

She gave out a hearty bark to let him know she was present, and trotted swiftly towards him as he rested under a gracefully tall and slender birch. 'Dovev, hello.' she greeted him once she reached the arctic wolf. The two wolves were mostly strangers - they hadn't spoken a word to each other; she didn't even introduce herself because she was so wrapped up in what Shadow was saying that eventful afternoon. She hadn't taken a good look at him before - only a glance - and now that she stood before him, she analyzed his features. His broad body was covered in a velvety ivory coat, complemented by his light grey eyes hinted with blues.