Nova Peak Helium

Lycabas about-faced to see who had called out to him. His ears pressed forward as the dark figure in the snow threatened him.

Okay… what did I do this time?

He stared back at the wolf, none of her black-char features registering in his memory. I don’t know her. What would Teacher do? The boy squared his shoulders defensively and tucked his chin. Though unafraid, or rather lacking the emotion of fear, he was quite concerned that she would attack him.

What do you want? he asked, speaking over the howling wind.