Wapun Meadow Past and Present Storms

Under normal circumstances, Weetzie might have been annoyed by his sister crawling over him, but in this situation, it gave him some comfort to have someone familiar close to him, especially when the girl said she wanted to make friends. Weetzie wanted to have friends as much as any other wolf, but making friends was not his strong point. He was thrown off even more by the girl’s scent, so much that he momentarily forgot about the approaching storm.

Being close to his sister at least kept him from trembling as the girl drew closer. When she reached out to touch noses with him, he stretched his neck out towards her as well, but he withdrew after only a split-second of contact. “P… pleased to meet you. I… I am Weetzie,” he stammered. He guessed it was time for an introduction. “And this is my sister, Witchbaby.” He found it easier to introduce his sister than himself. He was used to be being on the sidelines without much attention focused on him. It was his sister who actually liked getting attention.