Kintla Flatlands sang myself to sleep last night

Instead of carching the scent of prey under her nose, her ears perked up at the sound of a steady gait coming closer to her and she quickly turned around to see a wolf heading in her direction. Not hearing the words they spoke if they had said anything at all.

Her posture wasn’t threatening but firm as she watched them approach unsure of what their intentions were. However she was prepared. Though as they grew closer the wolf looked familiar.