Hushed Willows weeping glimmers in the dark

@Selamuit

the hushed willows were true to their name; a place of gentle silence under the ever-present hum of life, a haven from the constant crash of the sea though salt hung in the air. wolves had not lived here for some time, but tonight, there was a visitor among the willows.

she danced under the trees and the moonlight, wild and fae and free. sharp pale teeth clicked and tore at the swaying limbs of willows draped over her figure from muzzle to hind. the trees seemed to sway under her movement, tendrils snaking over her body and following her as she twirled and leapt through the moonlit forest.

in her heart, yakone felt she belonged here.