should have flown south; Daye

[Dayé]

when i run through the deep dark forest long after this has begun,

The larger of the canines grins, her thick tail lazily thumping against the ground behind her as she sprawls out before the younger, stretching her forepaws. “Well, it is nice to meet you, Maze.” As she exits her stretch, Dayé’s pink tongue rolls through her sharp teeth, stifling a yawn. She tosses her head, the scruff that lays thick around her neck shimmering in the sunlight.

“I’m Dayé.” Her black-lined lips curl into an easy and knowing smile, a slight tilt to her head. Mazikeen reminds the older wolf so much of her younger self; eager to learn the ways of the wolf and to really become one with her other skin. Being raised by her lion-mother and wolf-father, Dayé never once felt out of place as a shifter, and despite spending the past few years by herself, meeting this pup has caused a stirring to begin again inside her.

As much as she hates to admit it, she is desperate for a pack - the loyalty and wildness that comes with it, and her gentle nutmeg eyes flicker with that desire. “Come on,” the wolf says suddenly, lifting herself onto her paws with a fluid movement and a soft grunt. She shakes the dust from her fur, her mischievous gaze on Mazikeen.

“Where to next?”

Dayé

where the sun would set, trees are dead, and the rivers were none.

@[Mazikeen]
Feel free to reply if you'd like, but I figured this was a good little wrap up for them both <3
We'll have to thread them again in the Cove, maybe a hunting trip??