Silver Creek marshmallow

@Grayson <3

The world seemed incredibly daunting when you were alone, the only eyes to defend yourself being the very ones in your own skull, and her gaze tipped warily back and forth as she walked. The doe was unused to the life of a loner, and the silence pricked at her spine like acapuncture needles, poking and prodding, causing her teeth to pull at her lip and her heart to hammer softly in her chest; it got louder as she approached, mouth parting to taste the air on her tongue.

The scent of wolves was what had drawn her, hips swaying as her svelte figure danced forward, coming to a slow halt on the borders. It felt safer already, and her fear wavered, but did not dissolve entirely - wolves could be dangerous too; exactly the reason she sought out the company of those who would take her in. The girl maintained a plush coat of grey and brown, adorned with hints of ginger to those who cared enough to look - she was a starstruck traveller, who held all sorts of secrets deep in the crooks of her mind, and behind the washes of sleepy violet that blessed her features. Daivya waited as the frigid wind smoothed her coat, brushed against her soft cheeks and caressed her nape - the wind gave her the boost of confidence she required, lips parting again as her muzzle sought the sky, and then from her chest she released a sweet call, fruity voice of mellifluous tones that were like honey to the ear, or deep, enticing hot chocolate.

Then she would wait as the snow fell, lacings of stark white to dust over her back and shimmer onto her crown.