Villanesque

ANEMY There it was again: a new, strange scent of an unknown wolf. Anemy could smell it on the wind carried from south of her, traces of sweetgrass and a weird musky tinge that almost made her lip curl. First, the wolf named Sparrow arrived with a certainty that there were others nearby, and now this? The she-wolf had garnered just a little Anemy's concern as Sparrow had been outside of the loner's usual roaming range. But whoever's scent this belonged to, they were right inside Anemy's turf and Anemy wasn’t fond of newcomers who didn’t at least say hello. Anemy huffed and began to follow the trail. Who knows; maybe they were fri