Nova Peak Pärry

Ayovi, his inner voice purrs, even as her question finally reminds him that he’s not alone. Vermouth’s eyes flick over to Vixen, face expressionless, before they pin somewhere in the vicinity of Ayovi’s ivory chin.

“I’ve been wandering on my own for quite some time now,” answers Vermouth, “but I can’t speak for her. And she can’t speak for herself, as far as I can tell. She’s been following me for a week and I don’t fully understand why. I think her previous pack may have disbanded, leaving her behind, but that’s only a guess.”

He pauses, even though he knows his svart companion won’t speak. With a quiet blink, he promptly forgets her again.

“And you?” asks Vermouth, posing the question he’s wanted to ask since he first laid eyes on her. “Are you alone?”