Shadow Mountain zoka

she stumbled, caught herself, looked up. and then she saw the following wolf. young though he was, size was on the stranger's side.
a warning bubbled in her throat before she could stop herself; the sweetharbor wolf gathered her thin frame into a sit and hunched her shoulders against the wind.
"am i trespassing?" her voice was a hopeless whisper against the scour of the air around them. "i'll go, just let me leave."
heda had no idea how to be off the island.