Duck Lake he gives the world its saddest sound

She could feel Sriracha staring at her, the prickling sensation against the back of her neck that warned her to keep her guard up; even if this particular wolf seemed rather nice. Kessa shook her head slightly, a twitch, as if to shake the thought from her brain.

"I come?" Perhaps it was pathetic to ask such a thing but she had been alone since fleeing the Graces. Kessa was a lonely girl and would not let a chance to find friendship pass her by.