Swiftcurrent Creek When my hands don't play the strings the same way.

The newest member of the pack cautiously approached the crimson female. Her posture became one of submission, not wanting to anger the pregnant wolf. For a brief second, a whirlwind of emotions passed over her face-jealousy, sadness, and pain. They were quickly replaced with a neutral, but friendly expression. "Greetings,-" she let the sentence trail off embarrassingly, not knowing the females name. She averted her gaze, hoping the wolf would not snap at her.