The Heartwood No one seems to keep

Black, grey, and white glints in the light which dapples the ground and the creatures which inhabit it. Heph travels without pretense of quietness and her pawsteps rustle the foliage, sticks, stones, and dirt that litter her way. Her mouth still feels half-full and wet from quenching her thirst at the stream and she lets herself wander where the pathway is most intriguing, going over the roots of trees and paying the barest care to her surroundings.

The sound of cracking draws her towards it and she let herself head towards the object of her curiosity rather than away though she does not hurry her leisurely pace through the woods. She catches the scent around the same time as she catches the sight, both following the sound. As she more fully comes into view her body halts and she keeps her distance, but her posture is easy not seeking to flee and the lines of her body are loose as she takes in the mass of wolf before her. "Hello there." Her tone slides into something sly and searching before she has a chance to really take the coat and the eyes and the scars of the other canine in, still calculating, what she is not sure.