Broken Boulder daddy's ghost behind you,

@Rala

another melody, carried with the howl of wind. more clear, more beautifully haunting. a beacon it was; he'd step farther, faster, churning through the power that displaced at his heavy paws, turned into a mist of powder. facing west, the sun framed the horizon. 

and then it framed a small woman, casting her in a warm, backlit glow. his pace slowed now that he was within ear-shot. a bark, a greeting. closer and closer until he was staring down at the dainty little wolf. 

fur was white as snow, probably as soft as the cotton that grew back south. delicate. too soft. he felt more brutish than ever. lowering his head, he greeted her with a deep chuff. "evenin', miss." his southern drawl was thick, heavy. voice rough from disuse. 

with a glance around, dolce concluded she was alone. but why? settling on his haunches—perhaps a subconscious act to make him appear less...burly. he wasn't a man to be trifled with, but it wasn't his intention to frighten her, either. "what's a small thing like you doin' out here all alone?"