Hideaway Strath roll deep

Maybe Dagfinn’s absence had softened Lotte. Maybe it was simply August’s gentle, nonthreatening nature. Whatever the reason, she found herself gradually warming toward the female as she had toward Olive just before the invasion of Blackfeather Woods and the Family’s ensuing exodus. Lotte watched the older wolf with hawk’s eyes, but concealed their intensity carefully behind a deliberate preening of her black-stockinged forelegs. She didn’t want to pry or overstep her boundaries by asking August about her past, but she was curious. “Ceannasach and I will do our best to create a safe home here,” Banríon solemnly intoned, feeling the weight of responsibility heavy on her shoulders. She’d adjust. It’d settle.

“What was your old home like?”