Sunset Valley seltsam

Her exotic muzzle leant forward, brazen as she nosed to the gentle touch of crimson that drifted upward to mar her pale pelt. The travel between the shore and the taiga in the bitter winter had brought the realization that soon she would need to make a decision on where she would invest herself to the winter—a brazen move to check on her friend had lured her from the oceanside, though not without the drifting thought to the shadowblade that had come upon her path.

Tongue sweeping out to soothe the minor sting, the she-wolf gave a flick of her ear, glittering gem eyes glancing up to note a stoical figure in the distance—one that seemed achingly familiar and stirring her head to lift, openly watching.