Golden Glade We're only hearts and bones and blood

Her ears swiveled to and fro as she took him in, half-listening for any sign of others. No hint of any presence aside their own — but then, what else could cause such retiring demeanor in a wolf? He was bigger than her, no doubt about that, and at a glance he seemed stronger too. She regarded him in silence for a moment.

Are you alright? Foxglove finally decided to ask, daring a step closer to the boy. About her age, she decided. She couldn't remember the last time she'd spoken to someone her own age, but somehow she did not feel nervous. Not yet, at least.