Wild Berry Meadow you swallow me, i'm a pill on your tongue

iliksis, if left to his own devices, would have slept well past the sun's zenith. unknown to his sleeping form, he was not left to his own devices -- a spectre of a being flitted about him. it watched him, it studied him -- had iliksis been awake to witness it, he would have admired how similar her ritual of sizing up others was his to own.

a crunch of snow finally betrayed her presence, and iliksis woke with a jolt. his luminant yellow gaze flared open, and without moving his head from the ground he spotted the lithe form of a slim umber-colored wolf. she had a sharpness about her he did not recognize, and a most unusual pelage -- with two heterochromatic and very intense eyes haunting her snipey face.

she was moving in a bizarre maner, and it caused the hackles along his thin spine to lift in affront. he finally lifted his muzzle from the ground and his ears pulled ahead in assertive annoyance. 'what the fuck do you want?' his simmering glare seemed to convey, though no words formed from his ghastly lips.