Jade Fern Grove if you really listen, then this is to you

the black shuck observed quietly, wearily. a gentle exhale, watching as her visibile breath fizzled into the atmosphere in frigid air; a calming thing. thoughts crept up on her, voices whispering to her in tongues she failed to understand; oh, she was tired-- so achingly tired. resting her body on the ground, velvet leaned in onto her side, tucking one of her front paws tightly towards her plush chest fur.

a rumble echoed in the air; the voice of the man she had encountered, his voice was crisp. low.  cold. suiting, she thought-- turning her gleaming yellow gaze towards the stranger with the ever so slightest look of innocence in them; ,,hello,'' the hellion spoke, musing at him with her words.