Emberwood I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone.

When it became clear that he was not alone, Viinturuth eased his stride. He lifted his to the sound of footfall on the forest floor that did not match his own, and flared his nostrils in attempt to determine the scent that wafted his way.

The she-wolf who lurked among the trees wore furs of ebony, and her eyes were reminiscent if Summer sunsets. Viinturuth took a moment to admire her elegant, dark features before her chuff drew his gaze up to meet her own.

Good day to you, he said smoothly.