the way that she dances

The sound of a greeting bark had the girl going blank faced, turning to face the direction of the sound, seafoam eyes squinting against the dark. Eventually, a brown pelted wolf came into sight, and she allowed her tail to twitch in a greeting. Brows pinched at the enthusiastic greeting, but she at least had enough manners to offer a "Hi," in response. Her head canted at the question, and then she felt the ooze slide down the side of her face, realisation dawning. She waved a paw dismissively, "S' been like that since I was born. There were mushrooms there, but I knocked 'em off. I was hopin' being somewhere colder'd stop 'em from poppin' up, but they persist. Mum'n my older sister are both healers, if they couldn't find a cure, I doubt one exists." She hoped it would put the other wolf at ease.

"Morg"