Wild Berry Meadow Dulce Laborum

wolves on the wind once more, their scents laced with pleasantries unnatural.

selenia reached to gently tug silverbirch's little mane, urging the frisking filly into a silent stand.

her ears flicked toward @Fancy, mouth tensing into a hard line. wolves were everywhere. and here in the meadow, they were exposed.

she looked for the shapes on the horizon, nostrils flaring.