Broken Antler Fen My mind is going a mile an hour!

Lele, she said sweetly, and smiled. I'm Lilitu. That sounds similar to your name. Scars were forgotten as she took in the other wolf, trying to find any familiarity there. Family? Perhaps distantly, but she couldn't find anything that reminded her of Ibis or Wraen or anyone else.

She cast her eyes down at the muck, cocking her head. I've been hunting frogs, she noted. Would you like to join me?

A rough business, hunting frogs—especially in the cooling weather of autumn. But Lele might be up to the task, and she would be happy for a friend. She looked at the young woman, eyes appraising.