Fairspell Meadow I Would Have Written...

Massaraq did not sense with sound nor smell the other until he saw his black fur more stark upon the horizon than Massaraq’s own frosted ruff. He approached openly with a bark, tail wagging yet asserting no dominance. The young wolf had been met with kindness and fairness throughout his travels even when he trespassed and it was in this spirit that he approached.

The figure gained shape as he closed the distance but was still a distance away to Massaraq’s bright blue eyes that had not shifted to another color since birth.