The Bracken Woods A northern visitor

Ever light on her feet—just like a ghost, her father used to joke—the northerner was careful in how she moved, avoiding the thorns and brambles the best she could. It was all but a full-time job, however, still something she could not devote as much attention to as she would have liked. Remain alert, she inwardly reminded herself. Stay safe—

The thought was hardly finished before her body was jolting upwards, startled by the shriek. Almost immediately thereafter, her ears were shoved forward whilst her body went rigid, gaze scanning the woods surrounding her. And had it not been for the sight of movement, and a temporary interruption of gold from within what otherwise just appeared dark, she might not have noticed the other wolf at all.

“Hello...?” she called out, more a question than a greeting. Was the shriek from the other wolf, she wondered, or prey? Uncertain, Kovette refrained from advancing forward and held her ground instead.