Duck Lake so i could buy a diamond ring

thorn had noticed the pale shade traverse through the snowdappled forest. while her coat blended in well, he was used to being on alert -- and from footfall alone, had garnered whoever approached was doing so at a hobbled gait.

when he looked up, the figure of a limping she-wolf came to view -- there was something perplexing about her scent, something sulfurous and terribly awry -- but thorn did not balk.

sparing a polite smile, the beast rose. "hello."