Lone Star Mountain today, you were far away

The more the wolf communicated in its way, the less and less Winterfox became afraid. It had not risen; it only appeared to cry and lament over things she could not understand. Its focus was internal, for what that was worth.

The mare gradually grew less and less afraid, and so she began to graze a little bit closer—but not too close. Ready to bolt if something untoward were to transpire.

A sound arose from the wolf that made her head lift quickly, and ears fan forward towards it. Although the words meant nothing to her Winterfox detected a tone of condescension which she did not appreciate. Giving the wolf a side-eye now, she bellowed and snorted to show her annoyance.

Big dark eyes, shining as if knowing, stared uncontested towards Seal.