Haunted Wood the same tragedies: ultimate damnation

Leto's smile is coy, her wagging tail betraying her joy. I like the company it brings. She confesses half-heartedly. It had to be at least somewhat true with all of the trouble she had gotten into over the past year or so.

Now that they are partners for the moment, Leto closes the distance to watch the herd with him. You've been watching them longer than me, she eyes him, waiting to see where he is looking, which do you think is the weakest? There were only two of them, and though they were both larger wolves (him especially), Leto knew it wasn't worth going after the massive stag or a well fed doe when sick and aging elders were present. If they had hunted together before, Leto might have considered it, but she couldn't know how well they would work together.

Will you tell me your name? She asks suddenly, realizing that in her eagerness to hunt she hadn't bothered with introductions. I'm Leto.