Wild Berry Meadow Good Luck, Babe!

A new scent in Damsel's now precious land would often be unwelcome, but this time it sparked her interest. Dog, not wolf.

She saw it soon, a smaller canine who reminded her a bit of T.K. A sighthound, she assumed.

A soft 'woof' was given to alert them to her presence. Have you come from far, my friend? She speaks to them as though an old acquaintance, for all Damsel knew she could be.

She knew a hungry dog when she saw one. For a moment her nose lifted, checking for the scent of nearby prey.