Jade Fern Grove Stay Gold

A heavy dose of fear was what had kept her Northern pack alive in the height of winter’s onslaught. Kept lone wolves from bull hunts or tracking too near packland. And it was fear that caused her nose to quickly recoil, her tail to tuck as her companion advanced unexpectedly.

But... she found herself wanting to believe in the ways of her. That perhaps there could be more in this life than fear and being feared.

So Tauris slowly righted herself until their narrow breadth was shared, nose held close as it learned Reverie’s scent.

Where she was cold, Reverie was warm. Offered grace where she had given none. She was likable- Tauris had never been that. But maybe she could try to be. There was little harm in it? And the girl was deserving of that much.

“Thank you,” her voice came softer. Sincere. She blinked and drew back, allowing the muscles in her limbs and belly to loosen, brimming now with more curiosity than skepticism.

“Do you know these woods well? There could be mule deer here,” She reasoned. She’d not be able to fell one herself in this state. But with a willing partner, perhaps the pair of them could.