Qeya River but i am petrified

The boy was stiff-legged and curled, as if there were a great weight upon him, and that weight seemed to grow heavier with each step of the bear-like wolf. She came close to him, and he was afraid - so he did nothing. Any other wolf may have turned and snapped, but Kasiya was sweet; he was far too passive, which was likely why he struggled to much with his new lifestyle. The woman pressed her snout through the gray fur of his haunch, and he twisted away from her, but did not take a step. Once her investigation concluded, he was of a mixed mind — glad to have survived this interaction, but yearning for more attention. More contact.

The other wolf, the older woman with the kind voice, seemed to be just as interested. But her interest was vocal rather than physical -- and so the boy turned again, watching her with his eyes while his ears were pinned back. I'm okay, he murmured in his thin voice, made loud only because of the absence of any other sound around the three of them. He skittered away a step, crawling with his coltish body along the embankment with the desire to put some distance between himself and the strangers — but he looked back at the looming darkness, the woman who had intercepted him, curiosity plain within his gaze.