Fairspell Meadow A miserable hunt

"Atka."  It was a good name, Latte thought.  

Saying it felt like ice snapping in her mouth.  She almost yipped in surprise when Atka came near, but relaxed as soon as she realized what the she-wolf was doing.  In fact, she even felt a bit bad.  She had only just met Atka and barely deserved her help--still, Latte let her proceed.  

"A bit."  Latte admitted in answer to Atka's question, only just realizing it herself.  It didn't hurt a lot, but just enough to make her wince.  "I like your fur.  Wolves have such thick fur...I bet you spend all your time grooming it.  Mine gets all tangled when I don't."