Foul Play

Neika enjoyed the sounds of the willow leaves rustling in the breeze and if she was lucky enough sometimes they'd shower her with perspiration. There was an admittance of it being warm, perhaps a bit too warm for even her likings which drove her senseless to find some sort of replenishment,something cool, something refreshing to the pelt.Despite the myth of keeping cool in lighter colors, it was also easier to get burned if she stayed out in the open summer sun for too long. She longed to feel the snow once more against her paws, the feeling of ice inhaling through her nose.She supposed every season had its advantages and this one was no different, offering substances for Neika to play in that her beloved snow couldn't.

Neika was sploshing around in the mud chasing a hapless dragon fly, maybe it was her way of trying to keep her mind off the senseless heat, a moment of entertainment that was suddenly paused when the gangly wolf smelt another. It piqued her attention so much that her body riveted in mud stood motionless, listening intently for anything that might be out of the ordinary.Though, everything was out of the ordinary lately, she still had to be vigilant.

Neikas turquoise gaze gravitated to another...white muddy...wolf. Intrigued Neika remained unobtrusive for now only observing the other wolf before deciding to make a move.

Maybe she was playing too? That's what Neika had hoped for.