Barrow Fields wayward

The duo appeared just as Disa's gaze turned south, and the sharp bark caught her unawares. Adrenaline brought the hairs along her spine to attention, and it was with uncharacteristically wide, fearful eyes that she turned to see who had called.

A wolf. Dracarys, she thought for a moment, but no - a gradient of red and sand to white. A stranger. Two, in fact, but the second had yet to make an appearance.

Disa came to a slow stop, one rear paw suspended over the grass. "Yes?" she called at the approaching wolf, a little more tersely than she had intended.