Hushed Willows sávvato

She watched as he ducked into the cave mouth, her heart stuttering with apprehension at this new male’s presence. The red-coated she-wolf had scented him on the wind, some vague familiarity to it that eased her, if only slightly, and her curiosity in him begged her to follow. 

Her mind and body were at war; having just gone through a trauma so fresh, her mind pleaded to steer clear, yet her body edged her closer. She thought of Tuft, then, a pang of sadness, guilt, and excitement battled within her. She would pause halfway to him and, so she wouldn’t startle the male, she cleared her throat before she spoke.

“Hello, stranger…can I help you with something? Do you know these lands on which you stand belong to Hearthwood?”