Winds on the Wing

The snow seemed to be receding, and the spring bounty would soon be on its way. A shapely shadow stepped carefully over the snow banks and swept her tail lowly behind her. Each movement was made with careful fluidity, each time she placed a paw on the ground it was another step in the dance of her movements. She leaped over a knoll like a lithe fox onto the slick soil on the other side, as lightly as if she were one with the winds.

Her ears perked as she heard a noise and watched as the clusters of small prey descended into their burrows. She huffed into the air, frustrated, she had been tracking one for her lunch.
She looked around for the source of the noise and spotted... a caravan of sorts. Several wolves together all heading up north. Was this a pack? They smelled of many packs! And of ash! They must be leaving a celebration. They were being led by a massive wolf and had a cart with them. Curiosity drew the French woman nearer. She kept pace with them for a short distance. Was that a wolf with wings? She had never seen such a thing!