Whitefish River A Sparrow Sits on the Backstep, Watching

I am really sorry for the wait.

Celara nodded at his reply. The possibly flirting tone seemed to have left his voice, which was a relief. She drank another sip of water, before speaking. "Where will you be? I might take another minute." Her voice carried an embarrassed note. After the detour with a certain hybrid, the grey wolf felt shame for not starting immediately. Still, despite her shame, she could not make herself move.