The wind wislted through the trees, rustling forth an array of felled leaves. A dance of mother nature's design as the first signs of winter kissed the loam blanketed lands and rolling hills of the moon wolves~

Huyana'kachina: As day gave way to night and the forest grew errieily quiet large shaggy pelted silvery eyed shewolf would loupe along as if the felled trees and tangled underbrush did not hinder her almost angelic like movements. Each muscle and tendon shifting and contracting in beautiful tandum to allow such grace from such a large beast. Flews flare as winds shift and wolfess pauses to taste the breeze, allowing it to tell her where prey or predetor lie. Huffing lightly as harks swivel like small rader dishes, the only indication to which way she would evidently go before with barely a whisper of paw to earth she was off again this time to sacre up some rabbits for a quick meal.

(Can i reply?) A dark pelted she-wolf was hunting for her pupus in the forest. She narrowed her eyes, certain she could smell another wolf. She paused, not wanting to engage. Or if she did, she wanted to lead them away from her pups. carefully she checked the air again, conferming where the wolf was.