Catching dreams

Tove has been wandering, the scarred woman exploring while Kotori works on his pack. The symbol of her allegiance to the earthen wolf hangs from a black cord around her neck, the polar bear’s claw thumping lazily into the fur of her chest with each step. It is a reminder that she has purpose again and that the world isn’t all bad. The gulley is full of flowers in the beginning stages of blooming as the galaxy colored wolf slowly walks through it. The scent of an unknown wolf reaches her nose and she cautiously approaches, stopping dead in her tracks as a tall male looks to her.

Eyes scan the blanket and the laid-out items before looking to the male. Scars litter her face and shoulders, remnants of the fight that left her brother dead and she knows that they can put others off when looking at her. Tove lifts her duel-toned eyes to the male, a brow lifting in silent question, as she nods toward him, asking permission to watch what he is doing. It hurts to speak and so the woman often prefers not to but she wants to offer this stranger an olive branch. Working her jaw, she points a paw at herself and says, “Tove.” A smile tugging at scarred lips.


"Tove Baade"