Silver Creek First Sight

"The pleasure is mine," she insisted, shuffling a bit closer to her new comrade. She smelled of the Creek wolves, certainly, but Sunny perceived that she had not been here very long. "You must be a joiner, like myself," she decided, feeling a new kinship with the dove.

When she expressed her worry over prey, the foreigner was quick to try and soothe her. "Not to worry, Sky. I come from a long line of trackers. My father could track a horse fly through a snowstorm - I'm sure we can find prey, between the two of us!" she chirped, looking around as if a deer would pop out of the snow. "Are you hungry?"