Whitefish River With each sunrise brings a new adventure

The male reacted in Sif's favorite manner - calmly, and with plain words. Her ears quirked in understanding as he spoke - she did not understand much of the common tongue, but she understood enough to see that he did not speak her own language. "Okay," she replied, using one of the few words she was confident with. Simple. Two-syllables. No funny vowels.

The next word was more difficult, even though it was only one syllable. Sif was never sure she was saying it quite right, but the man seemed nice enough so she tried anyway.

"Freen?" she asked hopefully, wagging her tail again. That wasn't quite right, was it? "Frie - "

Another wolf appeared in the distance. Sif turned tail and ran.

Sif's out. Don't mind her! She gets nervous in crowds <3