A full field of green had given way to treacherous thicket, ensnaring gnarled fur as it defiantly progressed. In the air, a whine was cut soft by the stifle of stubborn jaws refusing to let the fauna hear of its win over the living. It had been her own fault, to fall prey to the encompassing sect of the wood. Wandering at an aimless pace too far from her known grounds, staring at the sun until there was naught but the darkness that surrounded her. The transition had been sudden, of perhaps it was gradual; it was difficult to say. Once more, her mind had been consumed with thoughts of food and shelter rendering her otherwise unaware of where she had wandered to. When once her security was found in the dreadful woods, torment took its place in this horrid trap of overgrown floral and heavy air.

She gasped as again a greedy branched freed a tuff of fur from her dwindling bulk. Yet in turn she stamped defiantly on a plantlet just in bloom. This savage deal-and-take dance continued the further the large thing pushed ahead through the growth, until a final pull at her nape jerked her to stand still and for the first time truly look within this hell she had stumbled into.

She was growing tired of this, the constant migration from one sect of land to the other. Not a year had passed since her departure from her family, and though she did not miss returning to their ranks, she desired that security that came from their community. It was knowing that regardless of the journey there was a designated place to return to and rest. Not this endless hell of wandering simply seeking a dark corner to settle and curl until reached by the morning light. Her small den in the Woods was but a place to rest her head. No attachment, no cache to return and feed from. Just a hole in the base of a hollowed tree, perhaps by now taken by some other wandering fool. Was she supposed to struggle for that?

Exhaling bitterly, the female turned her muzzle from her prior direction and for the first time since her capture within nature, turned her sights to gaze through thick branches for the sun. It was nigh impossible to see, but she knew it was there. As one knew the sun rested beyond a clouded sky, she knew the shining star still remained high on its perch… perhaps drifting with the gradual minutes as night inevitably crept. But it was there. That singular constant was there. Even if her hopeless eyes could not yet see it.

OOC:Ello there. And thanks!

Forgoing her moment of pause in favor of progress, she turned her eyes away from the shrouded canopy to the like covered stretch knotted and mangled before her. Apprehensive steps kept her pace painfully slow as did the continued stabs and prods of gnarled bark and branches. What she would have given for an open view, or sparse trees for that matter. Simply the room to breathe as opposed to the suffocating woods. Each breath was short, either by painful gasp or heavy air weighing upon her lungs. How any could wander, let alone get themselves so caught within the thick was beyond her. Or perhaps it was her size that caused her such dread in this place.

Incoherent grumbled followed the female’s steps til silence became her as a stout ear flicked back to attention. Her muzzle shot around only to have it poked by a taunting limb that immediately met its end to a swift snap of irritable jaws. She could not free herself soon enough.

More carefully this time she turned toward the first show of life she had seen in some time. Small in stature, akin to a fox in both color and shape. A possible mistake had her eyes been any less keen. But indeed it was a wolf, and as territorial as any, volunteering that the borders of some pack was near. How was anyone supposed to smell a border within this overbearing wood, unless they were a part of the pack themselves? But it mattered little, considering her intention had not been to skirt along another’s land this day, but escape the torment of the thicket itself before night left her both blind and stranded.

Without contest, she guided her bulk away from the female, stomping down with more force than needed to force the wild flora to bend away and to her will. She would not let herself be defeated by mere plants.

The destruction of innocent plant-life was halted just long enough for the female to hear the swift bark and explanation to follow. Her ears fanned back then sharply jutted forward, hearing yet another residual snap of a twig due to her tactless progress. She cared little for the cause for the female’s short tone, nor had she minded the information shared at all. It was none of her concern what brought on her disposition, just as it was none of her business regarding the pack that called this hell their home. However she was not yet out of reach of the female to be spared her introduction, or the offer, for that matter to guide her out of the thicket. Of all, that was the most intriguing that bent her ear and kept it fixed. The sooner she was out of the dreadful place, the better.

But even then, where was she to go from there? Back to the dank woodlands? Her little hole in the hollow?

Through scraped and weathered nostrils, the tan beast huffed soundly as she turned, shoving her shoulder against low-hanging branches to make room for her bulk. She was not so prideful to turn down aid when needed, yet she was also not foolish enough to accept another’s assistance without first knowing what they expected in return. There was no good need in this world without its cost.

“…and in return?” she croaked softly, her raspy voice barely rising to a whisper in the still air. “For guiding me out…” she raised her muzzle as clarified. Her bi-colored eyes narrowed slightly with scrutiny. “…what do you want in return?”

OOC: She's just going to follow :3

Silence took the place of an otherwise civil tongue as the behemoth waited patiently for the other's reply. She found it difficult to believe that no price would be had, yet to the contrary she received none, only confusion for the notion which warranted a heavy cant from the umber crowned head. What was not to understand? Aid was never offered without some kind of a cost, or so she had been led to believe in her short seasons. However, rather than question the strangeness of this small creature, she accepted the circumstances as thus, though remained on the wary end until otherwise proven to relax. In due time the truth would reveal itself in one form or another.

With surprising care, the female turned and took careful steps toward her petite guide. She knew of her size and how uncomfortable one might have been in her presence. It would not have been the first time her powerful movements led one to assume her intentions were aggressive. However she was far from such a state, and reasoned it best to proceed without the wild heavy steps only just used moments before to part the defiant trees.

And with the same amount of care and mind to her physique, she gestured with a slight jerking of her muzzle with granted permission to be escorted. "Is it far?" she inquired, once more in a voice weathered and raspy due to past illness and lack of use. She managed to keep her chords playing as softly as she was able, rather than assault the delicate ears with their strain and crackle.

Silence had been more a more faithful companion than the any the wolf had ever known. More comforting than a parent, more reliable than a sibling. It wanted for nothing like a pup and asked for nothing in return other than the continued solace expressed by its wordless presence. While others found it uncomfortable or even awkward to walk beside it without purpose, she cherished it wholly each time it was made her own. She was drawn to it as the winter buds would reach for the warmth of the spring sun, and she coveted it as the celestial body would hold its place within the heavens for long. It was her peace… her ease, when she had known nothing other in her life. And she basked in it then marching through the heavy thicket til a voice soft and meek pulled her from it.

Slipping from this reprieve, her bi-colored eyes glimpsed toward the female walking along side. Quiet and daintily as was afforded by her size, but too with an air of sureness for her steps. Surely she found ease when the behemoth did not. An ear flicked to attention then habitually returned to it back laid fashion. Rather than continue her silence, conversation come to play. Not completely dreaded but unnecessary in her mind. However it was often those in her company that sought to speak. It was an inevitability she had come to expect. Heaving softly the beige beast returned her muzzle toward the front, letting it rise only slightly as she inhaled the thickness of the dense wood. "K'arnae," she grumbled then let her head resume its rest between thick shoulders, then once again delve into the silence she adored.

Were it not for the Thicket, she would have maintained it still, yet the periodic snag of matted fur only furthered her rage for the hellish keep. Twigs snapped underfoot as limb reached for unkempt mane and gnarled pelt, until she could stand the abuse no more and released her rage. Violently, she snapped at a branch before its prod was felt then bellowed her fury to those obstacles yet endured. "How are any supposed to live in this hell?!" She snarled as she came to a sudden halt with a stomp of her paws. "You claim a pack dwells here... Where is the sense in this? Or do they all carry your fortunate size?"