Whitebark Stream the white wolf

"wait, WAIT!" she races after him, clumsily moving to block his path. he is the only living soul who has held a conversation with her in months, and she is loath to simply let him walk away.

"you have a pack somewhere. i can smell them on you. take me to them, and i promise i'll pull my weight." she attempts to sound strong, mature-- but her voice cracks with desperation, and she grimaces. definitely not what she was going for.