Horizon Ridge Black honey

the sweet girl before her said something she hadn't caught, but fortunately, eventually, repeated. were it not for her attentive nature surely deirdre would have missed the shy acceptance, but she heard it then and nodded while the other rose. deirdre too stood, slowly, so as to not frighten the coltish girl before her.

deirdre looked 'round as larkspur rose and then looked back to the cub. what does he look like? she presumed he smelled as larkspur might, herself--that there was some sort of genetic tag to all wolves that would bring the notion of familiarity to any when they met the relative. if not that, then certainly he would smell of where larkspur had once come from! continuing on after larkspur (presumably) responded to her, deirdre shifted her weight slightly. which way shall we look, first? she wanted larkspur to feel at ease, certainly, and perhaps larkspur carried with her some sort of knowledge that would aid in her decision.