Firestone Hot Springs I need a lullaby, a kiss goodnight

She approached quietly, but sweetly, with no malice to be found in her bones. Mason turned to look at her only when she spoke to him. She was close by now and he noticed that her fur was as black as a night without stars. Behind her lingered a pale boy, such a light colour that he was near-indistinguishable from the mist around them.

Mason sniffed and tried to blink back his tears.a He said in an attempt to be curt, but his tone of sadness was evident even to him. He turned from the pool of water to look at her more closely, his posture neutral but not cowering. “Just lookin’ around to see where would be a good place for a new pack.” Perhaps it was because she had a youth with her which put him so much at ease. His Dad had explained some strangers could be bad, but he just didn’t have it in him right now to be wary. He felt so alone.