Hoshor Plains Memories of the land

Fade here?

Quiet wondered who the wolf was. Their pack was of a moderate size - she was certain that she had not met everyone in the pack just yet. To her they seemed as a family, literally. She would not be surprised if more than Burke and his children were related — that being said where was the mother of said children?

If there was one thing that always frustrated her about her silence, it was her inability to ask questions. Sure, she would be fine with not revealing important information, but there were so many things that she would like to ask that were trapped within her brain, unable to make the journey through her mouth. She looked back at the mixed-colored wolf, a fleeting glance, but to her it was a way of directing all of her unasked questions to him for a brief second: Why are you so far from Blackfeather? What is that plant for? Who is, was? Burke's mate? Who are you?

But Quiet kept walking, as she always did, towards her new home. She couldn't dwell on this for long anyway.