A M B R A E L
Another wolf. Ambrael froze, mid-scratch, and slowly lowered her back foot to the log she had so carefully perched upon. That was definitely a male, and not far off, either. Her golden eyes scanned the forest around her, but she didn't see any sign of the stranger. Still, it was best not to be on higher ground, broadcasting herself to anyone who cared to glance her way. The silvery fae hopped off the log and scented the forest floor. On her own, she was vulnerable. And while she didn't judge the wolf merely for it's gender, there was always a certain amount of risk associated with males. Perhaps it would be best to avoid an encounter...











