Horizon Ridge Black honey

She might have cried herself to sleep, if not for the arrival of a stranger. Larkspur did not notice her at first, though her wet eyes flicked up sharply, widening, as the sound of a singsong voice reached her ears. She sucked in her lower lip with a final, muted sob and pushed into a partially crouched position. Her small body trembled as the sylphlike she-wolf drew nearer, her singing giving way to a lilting question as she slung herself down on the warming sands at their bellies.

Larkspur just stared, blue eyes wide and watery, then shook her head and began to inch away. She was lost, hungry, sad and scared. There was nothing left to do but weep. But Spur could not find her voice to explain. Although there was nothing innately frightening about the white youth, little Larkspur couldn't help the apprehension that afflicted her when faced with anything new, strange or both.