Swiftcurrent Creek Wind Beneath Wings

Nightingale stared. After swallowing, she lowered herself to a crawl, the small figure almost silent as she got closer and closer to the winged creature. When she was closed enough, she studied it as if she were studying something extremely important, angling her face to where only her left eye, her good eye, could see it. After a few seconds, the butterfly flew off, eager to feed on another flower's nectar.

She watched the butterfly leave and turned back towards the older wolf, curiosity getting the better of her. "Why can't you listen to your sister now? Vienna sounds like such a pretty name, and she sounds like a very nice wolf, too. I would love to meet her sometime."

The young pup was cautious when she asked this. She didn't wish to bring back unwanted memories to Jace, after he had been so nice to her. Which is saying quite a bit. Most wolves here thought she was just another mouth to feed. A weakling who would never be able to hunt or fish. She hated it. She hated their pity parties. She was strong... Just in different ways.

Her mind went back to the first day, when Fox only gave her a week to start pulling her own weight, or else, as the alpha had stated it, be put out of her misery. The thought terrified her, but she pushed the ominous words to the back of her mind and focused on Jace, listening quietly.