Lake Rodney Dust to Dusk

“I didn’t.. I’m sorry.. I..” She practically flailed verbally, the stutter of her voice followed by the gentle shake of her head as she attempted to decipher the meaning of the situation before her. One ear would hear the stranger’s voice – a kind wolf who offered to assist her, and Floki was quick to correct him – and yet his bright eyes were upon her, inquisitive.

And he knew Jorunn, too?

“I’m sorry,” she called out to the stranger, attempting to steady herself as her wide eyes sought out the dark wolf, her wide eyes darting between both Floki and the unknown wolf, finally focusing upon the one she did know. “I just.. you look just like him,” she remained dumbfounded as she studied Floki, her tongue darting out to smooth across her lips as she reeled from the information before her. “I grew up with Jorunn – he was a brother to me.” She paused, suspicion fluttering in her breast as she regarded him, practically doe-eyed. “You… you’re related to him?” The bright eyes – the silver fur.. the sandy stockings upon his paws. Allure had missed them from the dark the other night, but now, in the day, it all became quite clear to her. Jorunn's family was still in the valley.