Whitefish River Would you wait for me

She never wanted to hurt her sister and would have never swatted her if she knew it was a weapon she could use. She simply did not want to always be a chew toy, to always be the jungle gym. When she fell back it was a thing of worry and relief, the pressure was now gone but there was a voice.

It was not very clear, muffled but still it was not the lulling tones of her mother but a new wolf. She blinked blurry eyes at the chocolatey addition, her sister's tips told her this was someone they should know. Now if only she could smell him, all she could do is whine as she tilted her tiny skull to the side in fascination. She wobbled, trying to get closer but she was just not very coordinated. A late bloomer.

She opened her mouth and gave a strand sound that could have been interpreted as a word. "Daaaaaaa" in truth it was just another version of ah but with a curious note to show her interest but who knows how this man would interpret the sound.