Kintla Flatlands But what happens when the raven's wings break, mother?

Another pack wolf. she nodded to the woman's question, flinching at the thought of her crumpling sisters,for she had had a teensy pack once, and looked down for a moment. She stood and gave a tiny smile-tiny. "And what do they call the femme before my eyes in this pack yonder?" She asked thoughtfully. The beautiful woman was checking out the silver one, but very discretely. She made it look like she was searching for any traces of sickness, looking warily although she wasn't. Nobody had the single thought that she was bisexual, and she never wanted them to. With a soft blink, she waited for the woman's name.