Hoshor Plains Gentle Girl, Gentle Step

the milling of adults before the hunt brought sobeille from the fringes, eyes wide as she drank in the novelty. there were wolves of every stripe and disposition; every age and gender. some wore strange slings of fur along their back. others were knotched in fearsome scars that inspired sobeille's interest.

she noted the men moved more freely here than at home. she found their voices ribald, their gruff posturing noxious -- she avoided the gaze of boys her age and instead, focused on the girls who twirled and played and chattered as they ran odd errands.

one girl was pulled from the sea of bodies, round eyes watchful and brilliant green. sobeille prowled towards her with a sniff, possessing none of the shyness that currently reined ajei in. dere be a lot of boys here. sobeille remarked, passing an open glance approvingly up and down ajei's soft frame. i be sobeille - who are you?