Stuck in the stream

The serpent kept to the shadows as the phantom followed the white and black fea sprouting an odd tux of some sort. That elegant muzzle dipped as that scent came to her once more; she smelled strongly of her bother and many others. Just what had her brother amounted to, a pack maybe or something far bigger then that? Pushing these thoughts aside as the dame proved to take notice of her; the shifting of the ears was a clear indication that she knew the serpent was ever near.

Eyes watching as the dame turned and looked for her unable to find her as of yet but alas the elegant serpent didn't keep her waiting; stepping out of the shadows the little dardevil made her self known. ?Tell me, do you know of a wolf by the name of Isardis?? Abelinda wondered if this fea was a one night fling or if she was something more.