Blackfoot Forest The stream will take us home

           

It didn’t take long. Somehow, she always attracted others, like bees to honey. No matter how hard she tried to avoid the pack lands that surrounded her, or the other lone wolves. They always, always, found her. Turning her head with a calculative gaze, Padma observed her latest companion.

She offered no words, instead she tilted her head. A silent query. After everything she had learned from her mother, Padma knew better than start first. Instead she silently observed. Taking in everything from the woman’s large frame, to her snow white pelt, and her vibrant fiery gaze almost a similar shade as her own.