Fairspell Meadow A miserable hunt

Atka knew what the wolf was implying.

❝Don't fret, we have no intentions of trespassing.❞ She said coolly, brow quirked as he drew his mighty paw across the dirt.

The fur along her neck pricked as his silver eyes bore into her and the dog beside her. He was an intimidating wolf, but Atka hoped her nervousness would not show. He had not outwardly threatened them, but did not seem like he wished to be friendly, engage in idle chat.

❝I go by Atka, this is Latte.❞ She said beside Latte's question.

Atka's ears perked as the pair waited for a response.