Redhawk Caldera u r b a n i

Ani turned to look at Lilitu, her mouth a moue. She was at that age where she clung to the magical and mystical, even though her maturing brain told her that such things were the stuff of make-believe. Anyway, it was one thing to tell fairy tales and ghost stories, it was another when someone expressed such a sincere belief in the afterlife.

She wasn’t quite sure what to say to Lilitu’s conjecture, though Ani tentatively moved toward the former princess. Telegraphing her movements in case the other she-wolf objected, Ani went in for a light, reassuring hug because it just seemed to her that that’s what Lilitu needed right now.