The Bracken Woods chapter six.

You'd welcome me in this Braken? He pauses, his ears lifting once more. There is much distance between them now, he feels more comfortable. But they are wolves and he need not speak up for her to hear him. The shadow shifts, his movements turning with such fluidity it were as though he were gliding. Truth be told, it is the bracken bushes and mists which clock his shifted footing. In your home, even if you dont know who I am? ...Dont know what I can be? His raspy voice edges with questions. He doesnt want to leave the protection of the forest and yet feels awkward here like this. Still, if he is to survive, he would need to find some new placement in this world without the comfort and protection of the crone, would he not?