Lost Creek Hollow swiftfoot

The whine brought Faun sharply out of her counting, her foot slipping from the log to land with a soft thump on the damp ground.

Hello? She called, glancing over her shoulder to find a woman, clad in silvery fur. Her ears swept forward, eyes going wide. How long had she been there? The wolfdog caught her lip between her teeth, worrying it as she stared.

Are you hurt?