when i run through the deep dark forest long after this has begun,
There is only a moment’s pause - where still silence engulfs Dayé and the world around her - and the cream-colored wolf feels apprehension and wariness overcome her. Her head lowers, tension spreading through her shoulder blades as her muscles prepare for an attack. Just as the hair on her neck begins to stand and thicken, unsure of what was to come next, is when Mazikeen breaks through the sparse foliage and rock. Dayé barks in surprise, her lowered body now lifting in an attempt to brace herself for the impact of the younger wolf.
Dayé snarls playfully as Mazikeen collides with her ribcage, large ears flipping back against her neck as she rolls with the white wolf, her nutmeg eyes sparkling deviously. There is a solid thud and an escape of air through Dayé’s snarling mouth as she lands on the mixture of dirt and pebble, using her hind paws to peel Mazikeen from her. There is a howl of laughter in her throat as she comes to lay on her side, forelegs sprawled outwards and her hind end tucked. She breathes deeply, her shoulder and side a bit sore already from falling. “Well, that is an entrance,” the wolf huffs with a grin. Had it been anyone else to catch her off her guard, Dayé would perhaps find her pride wounded, but because it was Mazikeen, there is a gleam of self-satisfaction on the elder’s slender face.
“Nicely done, little wolf.” she commends with a toss of her head, shaking loose dirt from her scruff. “Had the wind not shifted, I don’t think I would have even known.” Her brows rise in silent praise, dark-lined lips wrinkling into a carnivorous grin.
She bends her head so that she can nose and nibble at a few pebbles that had caught beneath her large paws, digging them out with her sharp, yellowed teeth. Once she spits them loose, she glances to Mazikeen once again. “Have you been staying out of trouble?” The question is light with humor that causes the deep brown of her eyes to glimmer mischievously, almost as if Dayé was really asking: what trouble are you causing?
Dayé
where the sun would set, trees are dead, and the rivers were none.
@[Mazikeen]