Bearclaw Valley woodland spirit

as physically expressive as the girl was, stigmata was not surprised in the least when she did not respond to a verbal query for her name. he wondered if she even had one yet; though this idea he dismissed rather quickly, as he had found no indication that the wolves here held off on naming their children - a practice customary in his birthplace. he concluded that it was simply not in this child's purview or preference to interact with words, and he valued her instantly, preferred her even.

eyes passing appreciatively over her mocha mask, he waved his tail and motioned away from the water in invitation. adventure? the motion asked; and in a show of great confidence, fortitude, and self-reliance, the hunter turned away into a slinking trot - already keen on a trail - without first knowing if he would have company or not.