Hoshor Plains Gentle Girl, Gentle Step

sobeille did not want to promise ajei she would not hunt the otters. anything that moved was fair game to the little she-wolf.

she cleared her throat. ajei mentioned she'd seen a whale once -- she nodded sagely, for they were impressively large. there was something about their haunting calls that drew sobeille to them.

'ave you heard them sing, ajei? it is like us. she closed her eyes, envisioning the dark shores of ankyra sound. out along the tide line, high columns of forceful air sounded like thunderclaps as they breached to breathe. some'times i 'ear them and it is like dey are calling to me. telling me to come to dem.