Fairspell Meadow ambaróne

If only she could find another playmate! How could she feel so young and so old at the same time? Wilwarin wanted to be close to someone - and she knew this wasn't utterly alien to her, but the hunger of her body for this specific taste made her wonder.

She ran, dancing over the snow until she was out of breath! If she could sing she would; if she could howl, her voice would have called to anyone within earshot.

Thankfully, someone had noticed her. They came crunching through the snow and seemed intent to intercept; Wilwarin being an innocent fool, did not suspect anything. The other wolf was older, and a woman, but Wilwarin did not mind.

When she made a bid to play, Wilwarin made a motion as if she were barking with excitement, but not even a whistle came out of her. She bowed and ducked and feigned, welcoming the game.