The Heartwood Snow Covered Pain

He had been watching his paws dampen the snow below him when a soft sound caught his ear. Looking upwards he scanned the whitened landscape through the various barren black tree trunks before landing on a female. Her coat was a myriad of colors that flowed into each other seamlessly. She was younger than him, but nowadays that was a regular occurrence for him. Only a handful of yards away she stood seemingly waiting for his response to her presence.

With a slow nod of his head, he greeted her. "Good day Miss. What brings you out to the barren forest?" he said politely. The Heartwood seemed a strange place to find wolves, given not much life or prey could be found here. Perhaps she too was simply passing by.