No Time For Weeping

Ellery had decided to take a quick stroll through the willows before settling down for the night. Evening strolls were among her favorites, allowing her to take as long as she pleased and stretch her muscles. Plus, the evenings in the summer time were much cooler than during the day, so she didn’t feel quite as close to the brink of heatstroke. Though the temperatures were still mild for autumn, she could sense winter moving in and this left her feeling very pleased, but also very worried. She hoped she’d be able to find Clouse before the first snowfall.

As she walked, the blonde knight saw a shimmer of russet through a gap in the swaying curtain of willow branches. It was just a glimmer, but she paused in her stride, Persian blue gaze looking on in curiosity. Her large paws found themselves carrying her closer, her body emerging through the draped foliage like coming from a vale. The wolf in front of her was unlike any other she’d seen, with a pelt of varying shades of red, an unkempt mane of dark ebony, and legs that seemed to stretch on for days. Then again, she supposed she’d seen all kinds of odd looking wolves since arriving in Boreas.

“Good evening,” she greeted, making her presence known. She didn’t immediately approach the other willowy woman, instead keeping an appropriate distance between them. Ellery did, however, venture to the stream to take a quick sip.