A sense of a calm, the first in many months, was beginning to filter through my muscles and I visibly saw the spiky white fur along my legs relax and flatten, giving themselves to the tug of the wind. I hadn't heard the subtle tap of claws upon stone as something approached behind me. Whirling around, my eyes wide and flashing, I caught light of the warmly tan female happily standing there at the entrance of the ledge. She had greeted me warmly then, while I stood there, reposing my figure behind a blank mask. The fae was a mere teen but rivaled my size, and she would probably be on the lean side of her species; the timber wolf. Her fur coat, now that I could study it more closely, was a ruddy, russet-y gold that would probably make any young male's eyes pop. Sometimes myself I had despised my simple mooned coat, it's colors useless for three quarters of the years. But then I barraged myself for being so self-centered.
She had then said her name was Dib, and I was surprised to meet someone so forward. Still, she was the polar opposite of all the wolves I had encountered, and almost all of them were not outgoing. Dib was, with a pleasant grin on her maw, and a friendly gleam in her round eyes. I hesitated, remaining in a flighty stance, standing at the edge of the rocky platform. But I relaxed slightly, and dropped my head, pale pools still locked on her.
Yes it is a beautiful morning. I am Ivev.
❄ i v e v ❆
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