Deepwood Weald Backbend 'til I touch my toes

an ear twitched and in an instant she felt that there was someone or something nearby. without hesitantation she turned on her foot to see what it was following her. 

just behind her, a wolf had been not far off. he was thin, yet much taller than her. that combined with the fact that he was male and she was in heat, made her irritated. she stood her ground wordlessly, top lip curling slightly in a silent baring of her teeth, a warning that she was far from friendly. what did he want? 

it was then she noticed too, from his soft chuff, an unusually familiar face. he stood off to the other side. dark pelted like herself, but not one of her siblings, and yet something about him... and his scent... in trying to place him, her bared teeth faltered and her attention was temporarily stolen, her uncle's face becoming clearer in her mind's eye.