Overture Downs Survival is my middle name

The coffee pelted woman spoke, and each word made Mara's ears twitch, working hard to understand what she was saying. She glanced at the ghostly male when she finally grasped the accented wolf's words. The ivory silhouette hiding behind her was looking to join a pack, but based on his expression it seemed otherwise. Krypton seemed to catch on and mentioned his apprehensive behavior. "Yes, is he alright?" Mara questioned, true worry spread across her face, mixed in with confusion. What would be troubling the mute so much?

She glanced at Steady when he looked at her, before refocusing her gaze upon the two strangers before them. A sense of concern arose, why was he so stressed? Perhaps the foreign wolf was assuming something he did not want.