Ouroboros Spine winter (nocturne of ice)

The sight and sound of a new wolf made Vairë tense for a moment, before she vaguely recognized the newcomer. More of scent than of face. This was a pack member. A part of the family.

She breathed out.

Kinda. She said after a moment, switching her weight between her paws.

I..don’t think we’ve met? I’m Vairë. She was trying her best to be proper, to be polite, but really the words were starting to jumble as she jittered in place. Maybe this adult would have her answers? If she could even begin to turn the questions into words.