Hunted By Shadows

The call of adventure had pulled Fern away from the castle and across the land bridge. Pale paws find themselves in the gulley where the coydogs had once pitched their tents for the festival. Eyes see all types of prey, the plethora of animals on the nearby land has the gray girl considering a hunt. The wedding reception is fast approaching and the Hallowss needs all the meat they can get. But she will need help… Tilting her head up to scent the air, Fern finds the smell of another wolf lingering on the breeze. Pausing a moment, she considers her options, but the hope of a good hunt has the girl adjusting her course toward the unknown wolf. It is a gamble but she hopes that they will be friendly.

Rounding a turn in a natural chute that the land makes, a pelt as dark as a starless sky greets her eyes and Fern pulls to a halt. Ocean-hued eyes look to the ground where the dark wolf seems to be working and finds claw marks marking off a circular area. Lifting her eyebrows, the gray girl says, “Looking for some help?” as she tilting her head to marked out area, Fern waits for approval before moving to help start digging up the land.

"Fern Lark"