Twisted Slough chasin' your pretty thoughts, and your plastic love

He heard and smelled her before he saw her, but it wasn't long before he glimpsed ruddy fur through the trees. Grayday halted, calling out a short note to the other wolf. His ears stood tall, gaze trained to the spot where he'd caught sight of the stranger.

How many days since the last time he'd seen another of his own kind? Too many, probably; he couldn't even bring a number to mind. Far from feeling threatened, Grayday was almost eager to see what the encounter might bring. It would be a welcome break from monotony regardless.