Sun Mote Copse Demeter's sorrow

Wraen stopped in her tracks and turned to face the person, who had greeted her, and was reminded of her friend Liffey at the hollow. While you could not say that the two wolves were strikingly similar, there was a distinct likeness in their features that only rarely gets handed out at random. Maybe this was the reason, why he looked familiar to her, and not because of a chance meeting nearly two years ago that neither of them remembered.

"Hi," she smiled at him and wagged her tail. "Want to join me for breakfast? I don't have any yet as you see," she said, "but two of us could definitely take a Jabberwocky. Assuming that we find him first. What do you say?"