Little Goat Mountain Wayfarer

Fenrith froze mid-step at the voice, his head snapping up like a startled fawn. His brown eyes locked onto the figure standing a short distance ahead, the wagging tail and bright call catching him entirely off guard. He blinked, unsure if he’d just been greeted or summoned, and hesitated long enough for the snow beneath his paws to start seeping into his fur.

His ears twitched, gaze darting briefly toward the trees as though checking for an ambush. But no, this wolf didn’t seem like the lunging type.

After a beat, he forced his legs to move, stepping cautiously closer. His paws barely made a sound against the snow, his gait light and deliberate as he studied the stranger. The wolf was larger than him—of course—and carried himself with an ease that Fenrith immediately envied.

Eyeballing him like an untrusting mouse, Fen barks quietly his greetings, swiveling body betraying the slight twitch of his tail tip in trepid excitement to converse with another wolf.