Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

Momentarily, the sun, shining bright through a hole in the trees canopy, blinds him brutally. His eyes squint into twinkling, gold slits and his ears press back. Mumbling out a gruff “Fuck.” He shakes his head, fur flying off of him and dancing in the wind to god knows where.

It was only mere seconds after this distraction he hears a chuff. The low noise causes his ears to swivel backwards swiftly, earnestly listening. He knows it’s another wolf. Slowly spinning his head in the direction of the stranger, he surely looks like a sight for sore eyes. With the stunning sunlight beating down on him, framing his form in an almost godly like manner. He gazes over to the other, her scent assaulting his nose and he can tell it’s a she-wolf that visits him this day. Her fur of the purest whites–becoming almost neon orange from the sunlight dotting her pelt–and her eyes just as fiery as the rays that tickle his back with warm.

He tilts his head and almost instantly a smile crosses his muzzle. “Oh? Now who’re you, darling?”