Sleepy Fox Hollow By thee, old Capulet, and Montague

As she approached, Snowe watched as the other wolf flattened herself further into the leaves, looking wary. Soon, however, she relaxed a little, even offering her a greeting. She was an. . .interesting sight, nestled here in the nearly-bare forest.

Maybe at one time, Snowe would have found the brown girl strange. But she had just endured weeks of wolves finding her strange, with her slurred speech and burn scars. There was no other thing to do but to show kindness and friendship to this she-wolf, and Snowe offered her a genuine smile.

"Hello," she echoed, prodding at one of the fallen leaves with a paw. It was dry and crumbled at her touch, making an almost comforting crackling sound. "This looks fun. Do you live here?"