Wapun Meadow Slow down you crazy child

Ameline regarded the woman levelly for a moment, and found herself likening Etephyr’s face to that of an owl- pale, with intelligent eyes. As the woman bowed her head, Ameline noticed the patches of fur missing from her legs. Whether the damage was self-inflicted or caused by another creature she couldn’t tell. She was appeased with the show of deference and decided not to judge.

The title felt like a plastic toy then a crown, currently. The pack was hardly a realm or a community, and was little more than a family settlement. Still- small as her castle was, she was still its queen.

”Yeth, that’th me,” She acknowledged warmly. ”You can call me Ameline,” After all- she had some amount of modesty. 

Ameline sat as Etephyr did, but raised an eyebrow. Only until winter? Motht come to join a pack when winter cometh, not leave it. She said. Why tho short a timeline?