Hideaway Strath with the bitter salt of blood

He could hear her in a muffle sort of way. Stuck. Had he become so? Quickly he worked to wiggle himself back out of the situation he had put himself in. Patroclus would be easily freed, although now his front half spotted a heavy dusting of snow upon his russet and black coloring.

He might have been prone to confuse her for Nyra had there not been a difference between eyes. Scent, as well. She was pale and charming (in looks for now, he had not spoken enough to decide upon personality) as he found many of the wolves here to be so far.

Oh, I... He trailed off with a lazy smile. Suppose I do not have a good excuse. It simply looked enticing.