Otatso Wetlands Weatherwise

Movement in the corner of Wake’s eye drew his attention. A curious gaze turned to meet that of a young wolf, all stone and greige, saddled with tawny. His tail waved softly to see them, but they seemed hesitant, and for a moment he wondered if the other wolf had meant to be seen at all.

Ave, he called, his voice tempered with delicate encouragement. He wanted them closer, not further away if he could help it. His proud muzzle sniffed at the air, working for a whiff of their scent.

Female. Healthy. Alone.

That last bit of information was most important to him. Another lonely wolf made it more likely that he could earn himself a bit of company. I am Winter’s Wake, he went on, closing the distance by only a few very deliberate steps. He would give her the ultimate decision on how close she wanted to get. May I ask who you are?