Stone Circle Wayward Surfer

there was no howl in the bone-chilling cold night. there was nothing eye-catching or attention-grabbing. Krypton was on her night patrol of the borders, marking and remarking EH proudly and quickly. After she finished, she would be able to go back to her den and slumber peacefully while the snow still fell from the sky. That was the plan, but plans always seem to change for her. Instead of being able to finish, the scent of another wafted into her nose, making her stop marking and look around. Who was here?

Then she saw her, the small child that was malnourished and shivering. Although she wanted to question her quickly, the wolf was nothing but a puppy and needed some kind form of relief in such bad weather and conditions. The gamma strode over to her in a neutral position, and ever so softly, lowered her muzzle to lightly brush against the girl's shoulder. "Why are you alone, little one?" she asked her, contemplating whether or not the girl could even talk or wanted Krypton there.