Greatwater Lake jenny o' the woods

from afar, the warhound gave pause, watching in rapt attention as the feathery black rush of a crow was followed by the swift death of a white rabbit, at the teeth of a wolfish constellation. he watched, only mildly fascinated, as the winged creature took perch on the svelte she-wolf's shoulder and he couldn't help but to wonder about their relationship. he had known crows to follow wolves before, but this closeness was slightly beyond even his noble reckoning.

she looked well-fed, by all accounts, and the fact she had earned the loyalty of a scavenger must mean that she saw blood often, if not daily. he did not think she would be in need of the things he had to offer lone wolves - for she did not look like one - but he was engrossed all the same. stigmata wagged his tail to show his interest, but came no closer, because she was a wolf with a small meal and the last thing he wanted was to threaten her position.