Bitterroot Valley smother the sun

qeya river had grown stuffy, painfully lively with pups on the way. it made her mind grow hot, muddled with overstimulation and impatience. gjalla did not know many of her packmates beyond appearances and postulations, nor did she think now would be a good time to introduce herself with such a hot temper. instead, she'd pad away from the territory to a nearby field.

blades of grass folded around her form, paws folded neatly beneath her body as the sun tipped over the horizon and painted the sky in pastel pinks and purple that faded into midnight blue.

something wafted in the air like fire sought oxygen, a stranger wandering close. gjalla could taste it on her tongue if she only opened her mouth. dry grass crunched nearby - a shadow moved beneath the sky. tufted ears shift outward like planes, and for a moment, the woman freezes as those pale eyes lock onto her.