Pack of Towering Trees
the she-wolf’s emerald gaze basically corners you. it’s sudden, there, accompanied with a riddlement of stark face markings set into dark brown fur. a low growl resonates in her throat, but it’s friendly.
“welcome, friend.” her nose twitches, assuring you aren’t a hostile intruder. “my name is everglade.” her deep chocolate pelt is riddled with sticks and needles from the pines that tower above.
“what, do you have a problem? your gaze wanders,“ she chuckles softly, “yet i’m not sure where it leads. why not over here?” with her own eyes glued to you, the alpha begins a slow trot towards a space where her own scent is stronger. the path is lined with heavy-leaved birch trees and towering oaks. as you notice this, her eyes flick to you once more.
“true to our name, no? we are the pack of towering trees. welcome, friend. don’t get into too much trouble. there’s plenty to find.” her gaze is soft as it searches you up and down, and with a final friendly chuff, the she-wolf disappears into the woods.
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