Silver Moraine And the cracks in my hips

A sense of embarrassment washed over her now, Calfuray adjusting her jaw so the tooth may sit where it pleased.

The snow-coated woman spoke, and ears adjusted to listen to her. Hearing her final words, she snorted. I still think you do. The end of her tail flicked upwards, the slightest of smiles resting on her face. Though she would never say so, Cal did not mind listening.

I've never had a pack of my own. She spoke lightly, her head turning to look south once more. It must be nice to have so much family around you.