[Cayla was half asleep under a shady tree when a smell she barely detects goes straight to her hindbrain. fhskla WOLF. More than anything, she wants to hide. Stupid instincts.
...But on second thought, there is no telling who this wolf is. Or if they tolerate foxes. Hiding does seem like a good plan. She creeps into the underbrush, her nine tails swishing slightly in her agitation. Sadly, despite her hiding, the wind blows the the fox smell right into the wolf's face. Shit.]
Day 2
...But on second thought, there is no telling who this wolf is. Or if they tolerate foxes. Hiding does seem like a good plan. She creeps into the underbrush, her nine tails swishing slightly in her agitation. Sadly, despite her hiding, the wind blows the the fox smell right into the wolf's face. Shit.]