It's not a phase, DAD

Her hearing took over as she lapped at the water, her whiskers twitching as she felt the ripples of water hit them. Something, or perhaps one was in the water. She looked up, her single sapphire eye locking onto a white wolf in the spring. The girl snorted water out of her nose, shaking her head slightly to rid the top of her nose of the beads of water. She stood straight, barking softly to get the wolf's attention, wondering why he was dirtying the water she was drinking.

Mongfionn swooped down from the tree, hopping down by her side. Potema flicked a glance to the white necked raven, then back to the wolf. She wondered who this was. Maybe he was an Arctic wolf. He looked like one.