Hideaway Strath I wonder, wouldn't it be nice

Whrist tilted her head, “No I have not named him… … would you like to?” Whrist wondered why she was being so nice to the white wolf, she remembered she hated white wolves.

And her blood did boil a little every time she looked at her, but the scars on the female seemed to help quell Whrist’s distaste, this white one was not a perfect as the others had tried to be. Perhaps it was the eyes too, she wasn’t sure. For now however she’d just enjoy the company of this wolf who seemed to ooze happy energy.

 Whrist looked down at the raven who lifted a wing and began to preen under it as it watched Arlette with large beady black eyes, seeming to know it was being fawned over and enjoying itself immensely.

“Not really, not yet… but it has brought me weird shinny things a time or two, I don’t know if it understands commands yet, or if it ever would..” Whrist thought to herself, having not realizing this bird had other potential “I haven’t actually tried to, I suppose, what do you suggest we train him to do”