Blackfeather Woods Odinn Dances Among the trees

A strange scent permeated the air. Then a sound and she felt eyes on her. Thiugh they didn't feel intrusive or aggressive. Aimply patient. So with gentleness she opened azure eyes and offered him a smile. He was not a wolf, no he was a strange creature, droopy.

Hello. she spoke sofly. Merry eyes upon his face, kindness in her body language. Wolves couls be cruel, thistle could too. But she was a healer at heart and sefless.