Noctisardor Bypass In these times of doing what you're told.

Mae, he answered, a softness to his tone, her name is Mae. A fierce thing, a fighter despite the turmoil of her childhood and this latest misfortune. Viinturuth barely knew her and had tiptoed around her in the months since he'd returned to the creek, fearful of imposing.

He very much wanted to be there for her. This was the best way he knew how.

The white wolf straightened his posture, preparing to take his leave. What is yours? Viinturuth could not recall her having offered her name when he gave his own.