Overture Downs To protect, to sacrifice

look. ahead, the green-eyed winterborn sees another wolf. they are blanketed in greys, creams, and a dark mask covers their face. a lone dragonfly, alive for reasons unknown to evenfall in this season, floats upon the air.

feel. paws fall in a steady rhythm toward the other as the sun worshipper closes the gap between.

smell. evenfall cranes his neck and inhales as he draws closer to the other wolf, their scent firing off countless receptors in the barrels of his muzzle. male. pack. healthy.

taste. the wolf swallows, remnants of his breakfast dislodging from teeth and bringing a slightly sour taste to his mouth. he does not make a face to indicate this. greetings, he says.

listen. his ears cup forward, awaiting the other's reply.