Swiftcurrent Creek Frostfall

The freckled woman continued to talk to him, mentioning that it would make sense if he held his tongue when faced with a stranger. She tried to assure him that she was a friend. After all, she carried the scent of the pack on her coat - Nicodem knew this much.

The dark boy was not worried about an unfamiliar face. She wore kindness in her eyes. She spoke softly to him, gentle in her tone and mannerisms. It was clear that she was making an effort to prove herself friendly. Nico did not have a reason to doubt her intentions.

Instead of talking, the young wolf waved his tail. He took a spot at her side and glanced expectantly toward her. Where are we going? his face asked.