Wild Berry Meadow manuke

astara was confident her second attempt would be successful. instead, it was anything but -- kuma had stepped back, and an explosive snarl burst from the mature woman's muzzle.

the wildling froze, glancing up at the wolf in an expression of confusion. what wolf did not allow itself to be formally greeted? she sniffed the air derisively, her aubergine gaze holding in it a flashing hint of contempt.

she did not try again; she was young, and perhaps a bit too courageous, but she knew a hard wolf when she saw one. finding there was little to do if this wolf would not accept a simple greeting, astara exhaled a fluttering sigh from her long muzzle and picked her way around kuma.