Fishy Firefly

A bridge. That’s all it was. The water lapped at its edges , almost invitingly but there she stood, not giving in just yet. The bridge was not necessarily narrow, but it wasn’t overly wide either. If someone else were on the bridge there would be space but not enough if they weren’t friendly. Ears slanted back at the thought of meeting yet another unfriendly wolf. Still, the lands were larger on the other side and they called to the she-wolf. A heavy sigh and the dark coated wolf moved forward. It was a risk she was going to have to take eventually. Might as well get it over with.

Warm sand spread beneath her paws, wiggling between her toes as she walked quietly and quickly across the bridge. Purple eyes darted from the water and sand to the stretch ahead, occasionally looking over her shoulder to see if she was being followed. The bridge wasn’t nearly as long as she expected, it wasn’t long before she could see the distant shore and she almost breathed a sigh of relief- and she would have, if her eye hadn’t caught the motion of another wolf up ahead. A low groan would rumble in her chest, but she pressed on. She had no choice, after all. She had come too far to turn back now…maybe they were friendly, and if not….well maybe she could outrun them.

Ridiculously long and slender legs carried her closer, head dropping low protectively as she moved to the opposite side of the bridge, giving the other as much space as possible. Nostrils flared to pull in the scent of the wolf, and she nearly let another low rumble burst to life in her chest. Of course it was a male wolf. Great. Originally, she had thought he was black, but as she got closer she could see the shifting of reds in his fur and was intrigued, almost as much as she was by the wad of cordage that he had carried with him. Ears came forward and head cocked to the side, her stride faltering as she struggled with the idea of asking what he was doing or moving along. “Umm…What…are you doing?” She asked at long last. Soft vocals were gentle and curious, not fully seeming to match the scarred up, long legged body it came from.

Rook wasn’t entirely foolish, her body was positioned to run if necessary, her legs not stopping til she was parallel with his own body, giving her a better chance of escaping the huge furry wolf with the long teeth if he proved to be unfriendly.