cats cradle

Tove leads the way as the pair race away from the cougars and ship. Paws churn up snow as they run and only when she certain that the cats are no longer following does she slow down.  She pulls into trot while casting her duel-toned eyes to the male, noting the numerous patches of blood that litter his pelt. Worriedly, she asks, “You okay to keep going? I am part of a band that is not far from here. We can get you stitched up and offer you some food.” Watching the male to see his reaction to her idea, she adds, “My name is Tove.” A gentle smile is given to the wolf as she waits to hear of he will follow her to the band.

"Tove Baade"