Whispering Pines — [AW] A Sparkle of Magic

Larkspur ducked their head, lapping at the gently flowing river water at their paws. There was a nice buzzing sensation running through their paws and legs as they took in a deep breath, lifting her head to release a pleased puff of air from their nose. It was nice to once again be on the move, traveling as a lone-wolf as they mapped out the world. Yes they had Folke now, wrapped lightly around her neck looking around curiously, but it wasn’t another chatterbox of an individual. It was also pleasant to be back in a forest - heavily wooded areas had been the primary locations they'd chosen to rest in during their travels, sheltering them from the sky and creating decent places to rest when they really couldn't afford to be on the ground. They dropped down, stretching out their forelegs in front of them and spreading their wings in preparation for taking off again. This had only been one brief pit stop in their curious travels northward. The cracking and crunching of the sticks and twigs caught their ear, making the chocolate furred wolf tilt their head. There had been no obvious scent-markers in the area from what they could smell, but they could have easily bypassed them by flying. Well, given how close the paws sounded it was probably better to stay put than give the appearance of being a potential maliciously aligned trespasser or thief. --- Text. Speech. Thoughts.