The woods were her haven. They protected her from the weather. They provided shelter for her when she settled down for the night, large leafy bushes and trees with wide branches hiding her from view. They provided her with the nourishment she required to live. The River Moss was an eternal source of water, small streams and creeks branching off of it, some forming majestic water meadows, others providing many lush trees and other foliage to further intesify the beauty of Mossflower Woods. Fish were a never ending supply of food for her; the trees provided her with fruit; generous birds provided a plethera of vegetables for her to pick and eat. Occaisonally the woods offered her companions for the night. Travellers, weary after their long trek for the day, welcomed her warm campfire and hot food, in exchange for stories of their travels, an exchange of food for somebeast to talk to.
The woods was her friend, her ally. They were her home.
They were also, her playground.
Neha Sonakshi was a wolf of about twenty-one. She'd lived in Mossflower Woods for as long as she can remember, her parents long since gone. One night their home had been raided by a band of cutthroats; her parents got her out of the house, and perished in the process. She did not have any other family that she knew of, so she decided to stick with what she was familiar with. Despite the tragedy, and her age at the time, she survived, using the skills that both her mother and father had taught her. She had tried living in one spot once, but it was too small for her, it made her feel too vulnerable. So she decided to make all of Mossflower her home.
Neha, was an odd sight to behold. Her base coat is a light gray, her stomach is mostly white. She has one black ear with a white tip, and the other is entirely a creamy colored orange. The patches around her eyes are black, her muzzle is mostly the creamy orange with splashes of white, black, and gray in it, and she has a creamy orange mask. Along her body and tail, she has spots an splashes of white, creamy orange, and black. The very tip of her tail is creamy orange. Her belly is white. Her right arm is gray, but her fingers are creamy orange; her left arm is creamy orange and her fingers are white. Her right leg is black and her toes are white; her left leg is also black and her toes are creamy orange. All in all, she looks like an Australian Shepherd Blue Merle. On her left hip is the mark of her clan; a simple wolf's paw in black.
Right now she was walking through her woods, sometimes leaping up in the trees to hop from branch to branch, behaving much like a squirrel does. She would eventually return to the forest floor, humming quietly to herself, the sunlight that managed to filter through the canopy playing fantastic patterns on her form. She took in a deep breath and let out a happy sigh, just glad to be alive. Her golden eyes fell on something in front of her and she stopped, her tail twitching back and forth, like a cats. She dropped down on all fours and stalked forward slowly, loose strands of her dark brown hair falling in her eyes.
She made absolutely no sound as she stalked her prey slowly, her olive green cloak and tan pants blending in with the foliage on the forest floor perfectly. She let out a light giggle as she stopped stalking and POUNCED.
The butterfly took flight from it's perch and fluttered lazily about, as if taunting the young wolf. Neha got to her feet and made a swipe at the butterfly, the beautiful thing dodging from her flailing paws. Neha laughed again in joy and chased the butterfly through the woods, not realizing the path was looming up. She made another swipe and tripped over a protruding rock, tumbling out of the trees and straight into Oliver with a loud "OOF!" and squeak of dismay.