gold dust

Wynter was out wandering the edge of the beach. Out of all the territory this pack held the beach was her favourite place to be. She could stare out over the ocean and let her mind wander. It was usually fairly peaceful with just the sound of the waves rolling onto the shore to be heard. As she trotted over to the place she normally sat down to think she spotted a silver wolf. Must be one of the new wolves that strayed into the territory the other day. The trio. Whose names she had yet to learn. She decided she would pad over and introduce herself. When she got close enough she let out a small bark. Nonthreatening, so as not to startle the wolf by her approach. "Hey," she muttered and nodded her head in greeting.

~Wynter~