Horizon Ridge Black honey

"Spur," she whispered, lips barely moving. A little louder, she clarified, "Larkspur Ostrega." She gulped in another breath, still trying to steady herself after that unpleasant if brief encounter. At least she was getting more used to her companion's—Deirdre's—company now. It was still very new and strange to Spur, as she'd never made a friend in her life. Wolves were either family (her parents and brothers) or strangers. There had never really been anyone in between, until today.

Larkspur sipped in quiet breaths as Deirdre changed tack, explaining that those who were lost tended to return on their own terms, rather than being found. She understood that part, though Spur didn't have a clue what Deirdre meant about casting a spell. She wanted to ask but she didn't want to look or sound dumb (again). Her lips pressed together as she tried to gather her courage. Deirdre meant well and hadn't judged her so far, so it couldn't hurt to ask, could it?

"Spell you have cast?" she wondered quietly, standing still but shifting her weight from foot to foot. It sounded like Deirdre thought they should give up on the search and the younger pup would defer to her. Still, she felt restless and like she wanted to keep moving, despite the chronic, gnawing hunger and exhaustion that always threatened to consume her.