The chill in the air was always present; it lingered against her flesh like the reaper’s caress, trying to reach into her soul. Wren let out a soft sigh, her blue gaze watching as her warm breath curled around her muzzle and lifted towards the sky. She followed it up, looking into the vast space beyond her reach. Had any ever gone that high? Shaking her head at her silliness, she was about to move closer to the herd when a unfamiliar scent reached her. Another member of he herd she had not met before? Innocence was bliss, but it was also known to get her in trouble from time to time


Following the scent, she finally spotted the dark brute that slunk through the territory like a lupine beast. If not worse, perhaps a demon from nightmares. Ears flicking uncertainly, Wren hesitated for the first time. Never before had she considered the chance of another wanting to hurt her, but his appearance was intimidating. Perhaps that’s all it was, just an appearance.


Scolding herself for making judgement before even meeting him, Wren moved closer still but did not call out yet. Only when she was about to lose him amongst the shadows did she stop. “Hello?” She stood in his tracks where he had past through, his scent strong as it filled her nose. But her eyes watched where the branches still waved where he brushed by hoping she hadn’t been wrong by hoping to make another friend.
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