A tan, slightly tribal painted wolf slithered over roots, around trees, under bushes. The young fae wolf, was small for her species of canine, and so she was able to slip through the forrest in ways most wolves would be unable to. Krystalia swished her fluffy tail silently, slowing down as she neared the edge of the forest. She raised her head, nostrils flaring as the scent of a male collie-pet hit her full on. He was close, far closer then he had ever been to her before, and yet... Kris didn't stop walking. She slowed considerably, yes, and lowered her body to the ground as she started, nearly crawling, towards the edge of the treeline. Krisi stopped, peering curiously at the, admitedly handsome, dog through her bright blue eyes. She didn't notice a small twig near her front paw, and while trying to crouch lower to not be spotted, she stepped on it, cracking it loudly. Her eyes widened instantly. Oh no...