Silver Moraine VII

Au-gur. Was that. . .a name? Or some sort of greeting in a tongue she didn't know? She was gonna go with the former, and nodded, calling back, Blue-berry. Separating the syllables, since this one didn't seem much for words so far.

She came a little closer, her indigo eyes wandering over his massive white frame. Where do you live? she asked, lifting her chin.

They could use him, she thought. He would be a much better border guard than anything they had around the Emberwood; he was even bigger and more imposing than Bronco. No one would dare oppose this guy. 

But he smelled of other wolves. That was a problem.