Wapun Meadow read the good book when you feel alone

Alarian was his name. It was unique, that was for sure, but it held a certain charm that Mary found to be quite fitting for the boy. I'm never alone, she told him with a soft chuckle. Her ears swiveled nervously atop her head to follow the distant sound of a snow goose, her brow furrowing with discontent. Not really. Although her physical body walked alone, there was always someone else at her side. 

And yourself? Mary asked, wondering if Alarian carried the scents he did because of a pack or provocative habits.