Whitebark Stream you have the universe in your veins

“Of course,” she says, wondering if she’d like a short break down. There are terms Thuringwethil still uses, even if they’ve tried to settle between her own ways and Gyda. Proving a little difficult, butting heads frequently enough, she sometimes misses the simple life of leading on her own and not having to worry about accommodating something she doesn’t necessarily believe in. Gyda’s own native tongue is foreign enough to her, even if she knew a few words and phrases, and it went the same with Sangilak and her own, but even less is known there.

Before she has a chance to make a decision, Wildfire jumps and startles the older wolf. She hadn’t been paying much attention, focused on the girl, that when she suddenly darts after a kill with ease, she can’t help but tense up and the fur around her neck bristle and expand her size. It takes a few seconds to register, but eventually Wildfire is back at her feet and offering her the gift or willing to take it home. She glances to the ground at the kill, smiles, but shakes her head.

“It is yours. You should eat it.”