Golden Glade The Colour Red

She kept her eyes on the ground, walking closer towards the noise she was sure she’d heard. If someone was in fact here .. they were darn good at hiding.

Furrowing a brow, she stuck her nose into the leaves, shuffling around in order to get a better feel. She had no problem with living wolves, but wasn’t all that fond of the idea that there was a ghost floating around. Bump. She snorted, glancing up from the ground. She was positive she’d bumped into something — and it felt an awful lot like a wet nose.

Her gaze shifted back down, her pelt frizzing up in surprise. She leaped back and stared at the sight before her in awe. A wolf. A red one, at that! So that’s why she couldn’t see him.

"Woah!"