Joy in the little things

A short call from Eilwen who was still circling over head alerted her to the stranger’s presence and she brought her marbled gaze up to look at the smaller wolf as she trotted over to greet her. The enthusiastic energy that the woman carried made Gwyn smile and her tail wag gently in response. Even though Gwyn was still under a year old, she was getting pretty close to that one year mark so she had already grown into much of her height - though she was still quite lanky and slender. She easily beat out the smaller woman in height even though she was still considered a pup.

The pretty, silky fur that swished and swayed as the stranger moved seemed usual but beautiful and her cheerful demeanor reminded her a bit of Outlaw, though he was on a whole different level when it came to energy and enthusiasm. ”Hello! I’m Gwyn, a pleasure to meet you,” she replied with a polite dip of her head. ”I was thinking I might do a bit of scavenging… Would you like to join me? I was thinking of finding some shells or driftwood… Though I could make use of some seaweed if any has happened to wash up on the shore.”

"Gwynevere" | "Eilwen"