Haunted Wood The Vanishing

He was a proud little pup for sure. His chest puffed, his eyes, one silver and one red as the puppy blue was nearly gone, staring her down without an ounce of fear. He knew no fear. He had not met fear yet. 

Rosina inches closer but keeps his space and the space from the border cautiously. As you should. A lazy wolf is a useless packmate. She speaks, her words firm, sure. She does not lecture but it is a tone to allow the child to know he wouldnt be worth anything to the pack if he didnt do anything for the pack. A very true statement, but at his age when wandering would likely do more harm then good? Not so much.

And look how big you are already! A fine warrior you'll become. Rosina was a very slight woman, small, compact and quite petite. She was not much when it came to any sort of power but was both quick footed and quick witted to boot! The child was but a few months old but already half her size she thought. I am Rosina, little prince. And you are?