In the woods [Open]

A dark grey she-wolf padded softly in a maze of trees, the healthy grass brushing up against her small paws. Large trunks covered in gnarled bark competed to be the closest to the sun. Dark leaves covered most of the warm light from the undergrowth, and shaded areas for small creatures to hide. Amyn could hear the many sounds of prey sneaking about in the shadows. If she were a hunter, she would be finding the critters with ease, as there were plenty in the area.
Flapping and weaving through the branches, a mockingbird with too many colored feathers in his plumage to be natural, was Amyn’s tulpa. Rokke. He flew slow enough to be near the grey wolf. The bird stopped on a branch, his wings adjusting for a landing. After gaining a grip on the bark, he tweeted in a songbird voice, “Where are we going?”
The wolf slowed until she stopped, lifting her head up to meet his eyes. She merely shrugged and looked forward again. Rokke fluffed up his feathers and swooped down to perch on her shoulder. Aymn smiled and walked on until she reached a break in the canopy. The she-wolf nudged some bush leaves out of her way with her nose, and made her way into the light. Rokke hopped onto the emerald grass and took a look around. It was a small clearing, but it was filled with many different flowers and colors. It was pretty, but not as colorful and great as I am, he thought as he admired and preened his feathers.
Amyn laughed at her tulpa. As full of himself as always, the wolf rolled her eyes. She sat down and bathed in the relaxing sunlight.