The Butterfly

Aine flicked her ear, chuckling. "Aye, tha' we do."

Aine flicked her ear again. "Oh, aye? Two Northmen? This outta' turn out interestin' fer me, then, eh?" She laughed, a deep, hearty laugh. "Me mum used ter tell me stories about the battles between the Northmen and my family ancestry... But, then again, nothing may 'appen. Like I said, the past is the past. Now, about the Kennedy figure... Somethin' happen ter where he couldn't hunt? He'll get better, right? I always like ter see how other wolves hunt."

She liked this wolf, Thistle Cloud. She was a friendly one, one that cared for others and one that you could just talk the day away to.