Bramblepoint Green-Cheese Moon

ah, there came her answer of which direction to take - the semi-startled scuffle of an underling beneath the litter. qiao turned around the thick elder, surprised to see a wolf stooped in mid hunt.

qiao's nose twitched. the road was trying, but surely not so trying her nose suddenly stopped working. why hadn't she scented him earlier? and more importantly, was he alone?

this tall creature had yet to notice her. she could make her escape now and forget about him or the troubling misbehavior of her nose. then again, if she left him, who knew when she would find another soul on the roads...

making her mind, qiao shook her ruff gently and cleared her throat at the man's unruly pelted back.