Fox's Glade [m] porcelain

before long, the muffled sounds of shuffling foliage and snapping branches drew yakone's attention. she turned, seeking to track the source at an idle pace. her steps were light, cautious; there was no guarantee that this path would lead her to a friendly face, or even a wolf like herself.

but the sight that finally drew her to a halt was not unwelcome. the lone wolf cut a striking dark figure against the pale grey murk of winter's soft death. yakone chuffed a warm greeting, stepping forward with tail waving amiably. her eyes drifted to the center of the wolf's focus, and she wondered what he was doing. perhaps he would explain.