Noctisardor Bypass in the trees, is a ghostly breeze

Soon, mother and children came into view. Druid stopped to assess the situation, moving forward only when Laurel acknowledged and beckoned to her. Lowering her head, the young she-wolf closed the distance, giving the playing pups a wide berth and stopping beside the Zuerste.

Gently, she deposited the fish on the ground by Laurel’s feet. This is for you and your children, Druid said, perhaps unnecessarily, eyes flicking to them. They looked quite different now, much more wolfish if still small in stature. She wondered if they could speak actual words yet.

Drawing in a breath, she turned her two-toned eyes upon her elder again. How are you? she asked, which was perhaps the most generic question she could’ve asked. But the guileless look on her face showed her genuine interest in Laurel’s answer.