Dawnlark Plains Meat-Cute

Leto had left her own home approximately one moon prior. Due to her constant movement she rarely noticed other wolves when they did happen to be nearby, and her odd mannerisms tended to drive them away when she got close.

She hopped through the grass, finding the sight of the light dusting of snow shooting into the air both comfortably familiar and amusing. Tripping over her own feet she tumbled forward, landing flat on her back with the same wide smile remaining on her face.