Sleepy Fox Hollow tulipa gesneriana

Having grown up in the comfort of a small, tightly-knit family, Waxwing was used to the occasional interloper into their game lands. His own mother and father had been kind to those who wished to hunt, so long as they did not take more than they could eat on their own. So when the young man spotted the dark wolf with white tips sneaking her way into Gespensterwald, Waxwing raised a brow, but he did not attack on sight.

Instead, he woofed to announce his presence, then intercepted her path. He followed what Mahler had done with him, giving the girl—the very pretty girl!—an expectant look, hoping she might explain herself.