Sunbeam Lair Puppet

Leo, the young wolf called himself, and she quickly ascribed the name to his face. He seemed nice enough, full of returned wags and returned pleasantries. This was usually the place where Menta got lost in where small talk should go, but the cream female kept the smile on her face while her brain scrambled. You've been here for a while, then? she asked stupidly, knowing full well that while she hadn't run into him that she had smelled his markings around.

It's very comforting here, Menta spoke again, trying to come up with the appropriate compliments for the pack he had called home longer than she. I'm a bit restless most of the time, but it's always a welcome sight when I get back. Now she was just giving honest babble.