Wapun Meadow Blizzard of Souls

So he was seeing things that weren’t there? That didn’t seem good. Chip had never been a particularly good mother, but even that worried her on the most basic level. She bit her lip, glad that he seemed to have snapped out of... whatever it was. He seemed a lot more “normal” now, or at least something like it. He was quick to change the subject, which was a relief to her, because she wouldn’t even begin to know how to fix somebody who was imagining things. Whew.

My name’s Chipmunk, but everybody calls me Chip. What about you? she asked. He smelled like he was around other wolves a lot, which led her to believe he was probably part of a pack. Old enough to (probably) not be lost, at least. The last thing Chip needed was to play mommy to some kid she didn’t even know.