Portrait of a Dream

Mirajane was caked in mud up to her elbows, and grinning like a fool. The young woman was more than happy to go about in this state for the most part, but she was worried her long winter coat would mat instead of shedding now that warmth was returning to the world. What she needed was to bunker down for a week or two, put some weight back on... Right? In all honestly the naive little creature was still more than a bit uncertain when it came to the whole 'making her own way in the world' business. She hummed to herself, eyes scanning the horizon. A few weeks past she'd run into a male here, and he'd been friendly enough. Maybe he was still hanging around? She could certainly smell a few more wolves on the wind, and that was only mildly terrifying... She tossed her head back to howl, a relatively quiet thing, belying her uncertainty.