Snowforest Taiga once was a postcard

masquerade. sobeille’s gaze flicked to the red across her face. fitting.

she ignored the distant rumble; sapphique wolves were not afraid of a little spittle.

yes. sobeille felt a ripple of pride to hear her motherpack on a stranger’s tongue — they were known, for sapphique was strong.

masque identified herself as a friend; the girl wondered if she knew what kind of friend sobeille could be. i be sobeille. are you one of de wolves from de peak?