Jade Fern Grove Sometimes it burns

He wrinkled his nose. The smell wafting his way. Was not unpleasant exactly, but it wasn't wolfish. It was different. He didn't know what to say or do. He thought these maybe the creatures called dogs. Which there was nothing entirely wrong with that. His granme had such parentage he was fairly certain in some way. But he could be remembering wrong. His lessons with her had not been long ones.

He nodded. Yes. He couldn't understand her exactly, but he could understand the word more. So he had to guess she meant more wolves? He hoped he was right, but wouldn't be surprised if he were wrong.