Blackfoot Forest Flykte

Like blizzard snow, she raced across the woodland in a streak of white.

The air was warm and thick with summer. Eventyr panted. The wolf’s athletic figure drew to a pause beneath the shade of a large tree. Moon silver eyes bounced from the bark of one tree to another as the woman drew in a breath and filled her senses with foreign smells. The prey was plentiful there and the fragrance of it filled the forest.

Eventyr searched the sky through the waving trees. There were clouds in the distance. A chance of rain was on the air. Perhaps this was the reason that the winds felt so heavy, and the forest seemed to droop with the heat. Anticipate the coming storm and seek food and shelter before it lands. She had her task, so Eventyr padded swiftly through the forest.