Blackfeather Woods there's hardly room for seconds

Twist's head turned at a voice that was unfamiliar. But the face that was there was familiar. It was a packmate, she realized, the same one who had growled at Meldresi's child at storytime. She wondered if he had been punished somehow for stepping.out of line, especially with the alpha's child. "Twist is walks in Black Feathers. Lovely Day. What's is Wolf do as?" She returned the question to the brown wolf. It was strange that he was the only wolf she could remember in the pack with fur that had color instead of blacks or whites or grays.