Hopscotch

Trotting along the she-wolf of ebony with a bit of cream enjoyed the feel of the wind flowing through her fur. The taste of the cool breeze on her tongue. In her wake she left prints where she landed only to spring forward again. It was fun to pretend for only a moment to be one of the many creatures she and her wolfkin preyed upon. The way they leaped and frolicked. Yet she looked like none of them, for she was entirely wolf. Proud of her heritage.

She blinked when she spotted another upon the terrain as she followed the path of rocks. A lady of white and black. Upon spotting the two-toned she-wolf she skid to a halt, her rump hitting the turf and she winced. Shaking off the slight pain that lasted only about three seconds she decided to approach the other lady.

With cautious steps she approached the female. "Miss? Are you hurt?" She asked upon inhaling the scent of crimson life force - blood. She didn't think it was a great amount for she didn't see a pool of it upon the ground itself. Even so she already knew from growing up that even a tiny wound could become fatal if left untreated. "Are you in need of assistance?"