Kintla Flatlands chandelier

Her dark form came out from between the tall blades of glass, and his suspicion was correct: she was young. And obviously leery of him. He sat back on his haunches, wrapping his tail around his legs. It nice to meet you, Amelie, he responded. He wondered if she had any family or pack members around. Surely, they would not have let her go anywhere alone. Then again, wolves her age were apt to go places on their own, without anyone's permission. I haven't heard of your pack before. Could you tell me a bit about it? Like, are your parents going to try and rip me apart if they see me with you?

His gaze roamed the area as they spoke, almost waiting for other wolves to show up, looking for this juvenile. He turned his attention back to her. So, what are you doing out here all alone? he questioned. She had been hiding in the tall grass, but was she hiding from someone in specific?