Shadewood o’ death

Her body followed suit and Masquerade found herself venturing deeper into the trees. She hadn’t gone more than a few steps before she stopped again, picking up a new scent on the wintry breeze. Her ears twisted and splayed as she peered around the woods, trying to pinpoint the she-wolf’s location.

When she spotted her, Masque licked her lips a little apprehensively. But not counting poor deceased Ashlar, this was the first wolf she’d come across since disembarking the rise, at least up close. She couldn’t resist the opportunity to approach the pale stranger.

Hello, she greeted in her deep timbre, pausing for just a second before wondering, Do you live around here?