what a pity every child couldn't learn to read under a willow tree

Lost in her own thoughts, she didn't notice the blue stranger's approach. Keetie's voice cut through Noe's personal bubble like a shot of lightning. She jumped, twirled around on tiny paws, and stared at the blue wolf with wide eyes. Never had she seen a canine with such a look. The young female before her was absolutely massive, with swirling blue across her black fur. Noe hadn't seen a wolf quite like her in her entire life. She (rudely) stared for a few lingering moments before catching herself. Wait, what did she ask? Do forest sprites… get cold?

Is she joking? Noe wondered, pondering the strange question for a few moments. Her fast breaths left little clouds of vapor clinging to her nostrils. "Sometimes." The shy wolf couldn't quite look directly at this other wolf. She kept her eyes low and out of the way, her tail relaxed, her ears slicked back nervously.