Larksong Grotto You pray it all away but it continues to grow

Kasatka stopped short when she saw the polecat disappear into the underbrush - had she interrupted his hunt? "Oh - were you hunting? I'm sorry," she hurried to say, stumbling to a halt just a few yards away. She couldn't help but feel that she'd made a poor impression, now, even if the pale wolf seemed friendly and open to her company.

"I'm Kasatka," she said shyly, nose twitching as she took in the other wolf's scent. "What's your name?"

It seemed that, this time, she would not find her reckoning.