Broken Antler Fen culling voices

Livia was startled by how quickly her call was answered. It was the blue eyes that caught her attention first, so stunning against the red fur of the woman. Livia reacted by instinct, standing, yet lowering her stature; she didn't cower, but she did take the measures necessary for showing respect. She was certain she had seen the red wolf before, but could not place a name.

Her olive eyes peered softly up. "I am Livia," she murmured. "I was here at the beginning of spring, but I... I did not stay long." She cast her eyes downward for a moment as a wash of shame came over her. "Would you accept me back?" The words were hard to say. She had no idea how this woman would perceive this story of hers.