Blackfeather Woods i am a hoarder of worlds

The young girl sleeps easily with the sun warming her fur, lost in a hazy dreamscape and her surroundings are far from her mind. Where wolves might be aware of their surroundings, even in their sleep, Qilaq remains unaware of the approaching wolf. His footfalls do no startle her awake and his scent filling up her nose does nothing to rouse her either. She lays there, evening breathing giving a slow rise and fall of her chest. Her paw twitches once or twice and her ear flicks automatically to a bug that land upon her, sending it on its way.