Totoka River crush the fears of yesterday

the stranger’s response confused sobeille and it showed across her dark muzzle. she took a moment to reassess this young girl — woman — standing before her. lithe. fur in flyaways that spoke to a rangy life at sea. a stilt-legged build made for trawling sand and sound.

young, like yura — but not so young as to be without peril.

sometimes? you t’ink? ‘ow do you not be knowing? sobeille countered, glancing around them to confirm no other wolves crept closer while she was distracted. in her own mind, she was very aware of what and who she was — perhaps too aware — and so struggled to understand that many wolves did not have so clear a mental picture of their own being.

a spray of saltwater rifled through her fur, reminding sobeille that two very capable hunters were still afoot.

she did not stay.