My Eyes

Whistling willows? Naudir paused for a moment and listened to the wind as it whispered through the trees. She wouldn’t really call it whistling though perhaps the wind picked up in the warmer seasons? She watched the leaves sway gently back and forth, her own body rocking a little as she watched with a soft smile on her face. It was pretty here! She listened quietly to her mother as she asked if they were trespassing. Oh! She forgot to check! Naudir gently dipped her head, nostrils flaring as she took a few steps hunting for the scent of other wolves. Grinning she looked up at her mother. “No, I don’t smell any border markings so it should be ok right?”


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