Around the world

He stepped forward as she tripped, and she could see the concern in his eyes. It allowed her to offer him a smile, despite the rough few days she’s been having of late. He didn’t react to her name, which was a disappointment, but he seemed like a genuinely nice guy. “The pleasure is mine, Ignatius.” she would reply politely. “Oh.” she mused with a start. It was the opposing colors in the markings on his eyes, similar yet different from another wolfs, and his coat the ying to her yang, with the reds of fires to her blues of a storm. “I think I might have met someone from your family briefly.” she admitted. It had been a brief encounter, but the beauty of the wolf had stuck with her. “Her right eye has a red marking shaped like a butterfly's wing, and to her left, a blue.” she flushed a little, she could be completely wrong

He had asked her what brought her here, and she pulled her mind back from the other strangely coloured wolf she had seen. “I was hunting, or at least, trying to. It got away from me and I found myself halfway up this mountain.” she admitted, offering him a faint smile, an echo of the bright, happy girl she had been only a few weeks ago.