Ravensblood Forest Peaceful Gods of gentle nature

Ash paw, shifted at the howl. They were calling for her. Why? She frowned, deep in thought. She did not know these wolves. They were overly friendly. It was, strange. Comforting, but strange. Even her auntie Thistle who was as sweet as the day was long, was not so friendly to strangers.

Ash studied the girl in front of her. Hello Asara. I'm Ash Paw.

She frowned. I can hunt with you yes. Though I will warn, I am not the greatest I get by. But well.