Shadewood a setting sun, or rolling waves at sea

Maiira had been lucky and able to find two rabbits hiding away in a hole she had dug up. One she had captured as it attempted to dart between her paws, and the other she had had to chase for a time. Soon it would be difficult to find small mammals like this to prey upon, for they would all be sleeping far beneath the ground, away from the cold and the snow. Maiira would have to find somewhere to stay for the winter… or risk it alone. She was not sure what she’d do yet. With her looks, she wasn’t sure any pack would take her in. Her father’s wolf blood did not show in her features at all. She was surprised she had not yet been attacked by the wolves she had met in these lands. Perhaps she smelled like a wolf…

She pondered these things as she made her way back towards the starved woman. Her tail wagged as she approached, for her mouth was full of rabbit and unable to speak. But when she saw the look on the woman’s face, she quickly dropped her rabbits and said, “What is it? This one looks spooked.” Maiira looked around, the fur on the back of her neck standing up. “Did you see a ghost? A real one? Do not worry. Ghosts are mostly harmless and only want company.” She turned to the woman again with a soft smile. “Maiira brought food,” she finished, nudging the two rabbits with her paw.