Horizon Ridge if i had a voice i would sing

shush, that's not short.

She gets the wolf’s attention, her large head sweeping to greet her, and Havelock’s shoulders broaden.  She doesn’t have the energy to withstand any advance but the other doesn’t have to know that.  Her jaws clench, dipping her head once the greeting has been spoken.  Right away she can hear the accent in the one word, one greeting makes it so she wonders if the wolf knows the common tongue at all.  The girl doesn’t let her gaze move, easily resting on the other.

Havelock dips her nose in greeting, taking a few easy steps on sore paws.  If she could rest for a little while, the feeling would return, but until they she walks on phantoms she isn’t sure will make the next step.  “Hello,” she offers in a similar greeting but her own voice is even and smooth, even with the ache her body throbs in reminder.