The Sunspire please twirl me one more time and don’t stop spinning me

Over time Wraen would find out that her packmate was more peculiar than one could catch at first glimpse (having never encountered anyone, who ate plants only - unless, of course, it was an ungulate and she was hunting it). Now, however, as Olive accepted her offer, the hunter picked up the remnants of the kid and brought it over to the mother. She cast a quick glance at the little loaves of puppies by the woman's side and then - as if suddenly feeling embarrassed - retreated and took a seat within a talking distance, but not too close.

"Don't mind me - I had a piece of it already," she replied, now noticing for the first time that the scent of Seabreeze and a faint whiff of her brother's presence. She seemed to think about it for a moment, then looked over her shoulder and scanned quickly the area - no sign of the two - which was a relief. "Do they have names already?" she asked.