Still Air On a Quiet Day (Open)

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The wind is dead. It's the first thing she notices when she makes her way through the maze of trees. Not even the faintest breeze tugs at her grey pelt. It leaves behind a heavy silence, one that lays thick through the still air. Only the occasional tweeting of birds who'd stayed against the brutality of winter filter through and even those sound far away. The only plus Teeko can think is that she'll be able to hear any who come close to her. Or... Perhaps she won't. The snow she stands upon can act as a silencer. A hard and cold fact she'd had to find out the hard way from her siblings.

Quietly, the young femme weaves her way through the land. She stops but a few times, typically to eat some snow, and can't help the somewhat hurried gate she's put herself into. Her posture is anything but aggressive, nerves tensing every bit of muscle beneath her furry coat. Every now and then, she can feel the squish of mud between her toes, the ground having absorbs tiny fractions of the snow around her. Teeko has no clue she's leaving occasional dirty paw prints in her wake, so focused on what's ahead of her rather than what's behind her. A mistake she's yet to truly learn from.

[Meds]

Koa;

Koa traipsed through the snow determinedly, a fresh kill swinging limply from her mouth. Grouse wasn’t her favourite thing, but she had nothing against a full belly. She had met a rather disagreeable wolf some way back and wanted to put distance between him and herself before she started eating.
She ducked a low-hanging branch that was laden with snow, but her tail knocked it as she passed. It was wet snow, as Spring was fast approaching, and it made a loud plop as it landed on her back. Koa’s bucked her head up in surprise, but as she did so, she noticed for the first time a paw trail that she had been walking parallel to. Apparently, she had been quite focused on her own two front paws. Well, meeting new faces wasn’t always bad—unless it was that male again.

She would never know unless she tried, and with that in mind, she redirected her paws to follow the muddy path. She moved quickly, and in time came to an open stretch of land among the trees. At the far end of the clearing, she could see another wolf, and thankfully it was obvious that it wasn’t the male. He had been white and red.
Thinking that perhaps she could share her grouse, she broke into a casual trot (so as not to alarm the stranger with urgent paw-falls) and began closing the distance to the other.
When she was a short ways off, Koa slowed.
”Hello there!”