Shadewood And you are, you are, you are

Just as Riley narrowed in on the scent, a voice carried over the thin trees. Riley recalibrated his path, finally coming within view of a pale she wolf.

He assessed her immediately, borrowing the clinical stare he’d often seen Masque impose.

She was an off-white with pale cream undertones, her fur darkening towards her feet. Riley studied her eyes, struck by the gemstone glitter of their blueish-green hue.

He wondered what Masque would do. He was not necessarily friendly, but his body language wasn’t aggressive either. You’re in the Shadewood. Can I help you?