Emberwood whitemarch

@Dovev in case you forgot about this one ;)

The ground was white, the sky was blue, and the trees were naked. A perfect day to hunt for larger prey; the foliage they so depended on to hide behind was stripped bare, and so was their shield of sorts. It would only be so much time until the leaves began to grow and the slush disappeared completely, so Falwasi wanted to take advantage of the opportunity. Everything was set in place until she commenced her short walk to the Emberwood. Every step she took became a gradual factor in her recognition of her wounds that were inflicted but two days ago, but she tried her best to shrug it off. The huntress wouldn't let her petty wounds get in the way of her lifestyle.

Falwasi stopped before she reached the ambiguously marked border of the forest, where the trees seemingly came together. Something had caught in the wind, and the smell was familiar. Too familiar. Her heart stopped at the possibility of it being her brother, but with her pulse racing she walked forward and.. saw.. No, it couldn't be. He was gone. He left them. Mixed emotions — 75% anger, 5% relief, 10% happiness and 10% nothing — stirred viciously through her mind as she walked to the base of the hill came to a halt.

She did not move, and instead called out emotionlessly from the bottom of the hill, "Dovev." Falwasi felt no sting from her tonality, and if the Tuq wolf was expecting some grand reunion, he was wrong. She stood, immobile, and studied her friend. Tufts of grass stuck in his fur like burrs, and Falwasi remembered something from their last encounter: "You on the contrary look vigorous," she said, a sly look crossing her features. But it was Opposite Day; Dovev looked like he'd been idle and Falwasi was impassive as she watched the male.