Blackfeather Woods The 9th degree

She blinked slowly, almost absent mindly as the boy rushed through words. She had half a mind to snap at him and tell him to slow down. The other half, the softer more understanding half, knew it was not his fault. She had apparently not been braced for the world outside of home. She would have thought it a disability had she not managed to stand where she did today — leading a pack, healthy, in a rather nice home.

So she sucked in a deep breath and tried to not let the tiredness get to her.

No. She rumbled with a dissatisfied tone. Not know. The punishment from the earth seemed random, no rhyme or reason. There was something she was curious about though. The boy said he had been traveling through with family but...where were they? Why had they sent such a young child out to do work? Especially in such a troubling time. Family...where? Her brows pinched together firmly as she awaited an answer form the boy.