Blackfeather Woods She's Never Gonna Sing Them No More

recover.

it was slow, head hunched low as a paw reached up to nudge against her head. a sting, slight and lingering. she exhaled, ears fell back in a spell of embarassment. blinking, shuttering like a camera lens, grey diamond eyes gaze from the ground beneath her to the wolf in front of her. and to her surprise, this wolf seemed aged, the same way she was.

his greeting, with a smile added to it, was returned with a flustered gracious returning to her feet -- stumbling but soon enough steady. she sheepishly smiled at him, black lips parted for a greeting. "isn't it a bit late to be just waking up?" she questioned him curiously, head tilted in the slightest manner. she had her fair share in late afternoon naps, but never before the night like this. perhaps, the only time this happened was during her insomnia days; a haunting and lingering memory, they still trail into her life.

"my name is gracious, whom do i have the pleasure of speaking to?" her voice is calm, like a flowing creek that carried leaves, twigs, and peacefulness. speaking of twigs, she felt a few tangle in her tail as it slowly swung behind her.