Wheeling Gull Isle Four and twenty blackbirds

When another wolf arrived, Thresher’s small, soft ears perked up, and immediately, she looked up to her father to gauge his reaction. The female was familiar- but still, she would feed off her father’s response first. He spoke, his tone warm and gentle, and she wriggled with delight when he looked down and spoke to her. She recognized her own name, of course- though as far as she knew, she had two- Thresher and Treasure, and her father and mother addressed her by those names respectively. A few other words stuck out, but Thresher was more struck by the friendliness in his tone than the words that he spoke.

The female had brought something with her, and it had been indicated both by Reed and Stockholm that the leafy thing was for her. She uttered a hopeful, breathy whine, and looked back and forth from Reed to her father. He was encouraging her, this she knew, and though she had every ounce of faith in him, she was still tentative. Eager, yes, but shy.

Her dark sister, bolder and friendlier than she, licked and begged for Stockholm’s attention for a moment before the shy little lookalike was noiced, and with her sweet, silly nuzzles, a silent, almost hiccup-like laughter was provoked from the dark-muzzled girl. She uttered a series of little huffs and nuzzled her sister’s cheek, before she looked past Koi’s shaded body and back toward Reed again with soft, dark blue eyes. She wanted to approach the friendly looking female, but Thresher was the sort of oup that needed to be asked more than once.