Broken Antler Fen Where are tHE TURTLES?! WHERE ARE THEY?!

A dainty silver head popped up from the grass.

Wha— troll?! she asked, rising clumsily to her feet. She gave the young woman a gimlet stare, brows knitted together. What's a troll? And what agreement?

Her nostrils flared. The other wolf smelled like Wraen, and kind of looked like her, too. But more. . .vibrant. A pelt of many colors and patterns, and playful gray eyes. She was beautiful—the only wolf more beautiful was Ibis, in her humble opinion.

Lilitu was mesmerized.

Still, she would not let her questions go unanswered. Primly, she picked her way from the foliage and brought herself closer to the stranger, lifting her chin in continued query.