Wild Berry Meadow manuke

the stranger avoided astara’s touch, stepping back to reclaim the space that the nightcub had taken as her own. 

the melonii spectre did not close the gap; instead she watched as the woman spoke, understanding nothing of what the she-wolf said. however, the agouti woman’s tone was dissuading — possibly even admonishing — which elicited a band of hackles to arise along astara’s slim back. 

she lifted her muzzle, her aubergine gaze studying the russet-backed wolf with coolness in their depths. and then, astara tried again — this time with a firmness to her posture.