Missing My Shadow (open)

She had not gone far enough, or perhaps her legs did not carry her as swiftly as she desired. For at her back she felt not the wind, but the voice of the searching other reaching across their distance to pull her ears. She did come to pause and turn slightly to look over her shoulder. The molten hues of coal lain upon a tawny hide invoked the subtlest twitch of intrigue in her brows. Attraction was but to the eye f the beholder, but what pulled her graceful steps around was the inquiry that crossed the span of their distance.

A mink?a prey animal?a wolf?s companion and now he searched for it? The image of a vermin creature encouraged the part of her maw and slight release of her tongue. She wet her maw as though tending to an itch on the front of her muzzle, bathing it profusely as she envisioned its tip was stained with the blood of a kill. Many suns had risen and fallen since last she attained a meal?and if one was knowing lingering?.then perhaps her day would not end in hunger.

??no?? the she-wolf whispered as she curled her eager tongue behind ivory fangs. She turned with a silent step to resume the course prior taken. Though her pace was slower with head hovering above but inches from the fragrant grounds. ??I will look??


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