King Elk Forest drive my heart into the night

Once again, Ghost repeated her words. He was testing her boundaries clearly. She was doing the same to him, trying to see just how much he would tell. He was readable yet unreadable. An open book that someone had spilled coffee on and obscured the words. She nodded when he said her name, encouraging. She wanted him to feel comfortable. She didn't want him to have to test her. She wanted him to know that she wouldn't be cruel. Cruelty closed off doors that she would like to open. Phiipa listened intently, watching him closely. He didn't seem to like her asking him to sit up. This confused her again. Another smudge in the book she was trying to read.

He didn't know where he was from which was odd. Maybe the reason he kept asking and testing for acceptance was because he's forgotten things. It would make sense. Ghost couldn't possibly be his real name. She furrowed her brows at him, trying to understand how he could've forgotten who he was. She opened her mouth to ask more, but closed it when she noticed his tail. Docked off, not but a stub. Worry flashed through her, had he been hurt? What happened to your tail Ghost? She implored, nodding towards it. She'd never met a wolf who naturally had no tail. Something had been done to it.