Emberwood Singing Flame

Instead of prey a small white wolf crossed onto his path. Her paws were large, her coat matted and certain aspects of her physic also seemed strange to Andr. As young as she was he was surprised to see her alone out here. He thought that most young wolves at her age might join the pack outside of the territory but not venture out alone. She appeared tired and thin. "Hello there little Miss." he greeted politely lowering his head to get closer to her level. "Is there anything I might be able to assist you with?" he asked concerned.