Horizon Ridge Her feet are on the ground

Fabienne had little memory of wolves that had come and gone. Even her family. Most of them spread far and wide. The one who held her most in her forefront was Sobeille, but even that cousin aunt, had not been as active in her life. She had grown up largely on her own. 

Her name was raised, curling around her ears in an accent she did not know. Head swung large to meet the gaze of the she wolf that had fed her. A tilt of her head and a shift in her paws. She trotted towards the new one, based on the low swinging belly this one couldn't move fast.