precious and fragile things

Dovev had seated himself under the willowy, waving branches of the birch, facing the winding creek. Clouds were steaking the sky, occasionally passing in front of the fiery yellow ball and casting shadows into the wide floodplain. It was reasonably cool today, and for once Dovev was comfortable in his thick, plush white coat. Perhaps he would go for a jaunt later and sniff along the northern borders. It reminded him of the quietness inside the pack territory, but that thought was brief when a bark reached his ears. The wolf glanced to the left to see a familiar, spry figure trotting up the hill.

He had only encountered Falwasi once before in Wapun Meadow, where they had briefly stood together, facing Shadow, before Falwasi had been replaced by the beta. Announcing her presence again gave the white wolf an opportunity to learn more about his fellow packmate. Her lean, tan legs came to a halt, an expressive, ticked face curled to speak. He stood up to greet her, with a wave of his tail and stepping towards her to briefly sniff her pelt. Even if he had only been in the pack for about a month, the smell of Swiftcurrent on her coat was reassuring.

Hello again, Falwasi. I guess we can now introduce ourselves properly, he said with an ounce of warmth, peering into her light amber eyes.