“Florence, come on!” A tiny ivory she-wolf barked excitedly, racing forwards from underneath a huge darkly-furred male in a sprint and running figure eights around the eerie trees. The whole forest seemed to be bathed in a ghostly blue glow that shut out any noise, leaving the silence to wrap around everything in a thick, heavy blanket. The stillness seemed to be dense, suffocating, even, but it didn’t bother Vera that much. Her eagerness for new and exhilarating things overpowered anything else that she could be feeling at that moment.
Her caramel brown eyes fervently took in the forest as she came to a sudden halt, paws digging into the soil from the abrupt stop. There was a mysterious fog that curled around her, its wraithlike blue tendrils snaking around her legs and curling up and over her back, cocooning her in its embrace. She shivered, shaking out her body as if it would make the fog go away, before hastily running back to Florence and coiling herself around his long front legs, standing between them.
He was the largest of his species, and her the smallest of hers; the top of her head barely brushed against the fur of his stomach, and she often stood between his front legs when they met others, not because she was afraid of them, but because she wanted to. He let her do it too, and she took a wild guess that it was because he found it hilarious, especially when she was in a hyper mood and ran back and forth underneath him, all because she could and wanted to. If she wanted something that was within her reach, she wouldn’t stop until she grabbed it and claimed it as hers. “This place is so strange… do you think a pack lives here?”