Hoshor Plains Gentle Girl, Gentle Step

So many wolves. Each larger or louder than the last. Ajei searched for a face she knew, but they had all began to blend together in colors and patterns.

She had found a quiet spot to stand and observe. Taking a moment for a breath. She was waylaid by a she wolf in brilliant colors. Smelled of salt and sea. Open air.

A small smile. Yes, but I'm used to boys. I'm the only girl my age in my pack.

Ajei dipped her nose. This wolf greets you. I'm Ajei.