Misha padded into the hills, her paw almost nearly healed. She was walking stable now- for the most part; and it wasn't as painful as it used to be when she was first healing. Misha smiled, watching the sky in peace. Autumn had just began to fall, the sun slightly hidden by the clouds and a slight breeze ruffling her fur in the distance. She heard male voices and smiled softly to herself, walking towards them. "Hi, I'm Misha," she said, greeting the two males.
They looked like old warriors or protectors that you might hear of in an old fairy tail. Misha wagged her tail pleasantly as to be in the company of wolves with such wise knowledge. Misha sat down on her haunches and smiled up at them.
