Silvertip Mountain Life changes, but memories don't.

Who was this guy?

Odette woke up to someone sniffing her, which caused her bright puppy blue eyes at slowly blink open, still with the drowsiness of sleep hanging on.  Her head slowly turned and her eyes surveyed the room to find a big head very close to her.  Surprised, the pup let out a startled whimper and her eyes widened.  Odie shied away a little nervously, standing up, she moved behind Solemn.  Then she slunk back down again, watching her Uncle with wide and uncertain eyes.  He hadn’t in truth done anything wrong, but Odette had just been a little more skittish lately... and so much more quiet.

There was a reason for this of course, yet through time Odette would probably forget why.  That strangled sounding noise,  the first wolf noise that she had ever heard.  The sound of her Father’s death.  It had scared the pup in many ways, what thing could make such a sad depressing sound?  Although on a happier thought, she found that she could conjure up a faint image that seemed to have happened so long ago of a white and black wolf smiling at her Mother.  She still didn’t understand that gesture, yet it made her feel comforted to bring up that faded memory.  It just made her feel... more safe.