Otter Creek i’ve got flowers but there ain’t no grave.

the stranger turned out to be a reddish woman with knowing gold for eyes. belen was compelled forward with a slight sway of her tail and a dip of her muzzle. the ways of a fellahin did not end only because she had left akashingo for a time. "hello," she greeted, though her glassblue eyes irreverently took in every detail of the unknown wolf. "if you are hunting, i could join you?" the girl suggested quietly. not a demand. not a command. she was not yet sure of her counterpart and stood back somewhat, not wishing to encroach.