Wapun Meadow “So watch my chest heave, as this last breath leaves me.”

Shaara watched him decline, him choosing to stay on that bank over there. Luckily the stream wasn’t too loud, and she could hear what the silver was saying easily, despite her curses upon him for him not crossing to water to carry on a conversation.

Casually, she sat on the frosted tops on ground, overly thankfully her winter coat came to save her. “I’m Shaara,” she said plainly. But what else could she add to something like this? Honesty? Or selfishness?

Why not both?

“I noticed there’s a pack that kinda lives around here”, she pointed out. “If you’re one of them, can I join you guys?”