Wapun Meadow when i was a younger man, looking for a pot of gold

Aure parted her lips to reply as the auburn she-wolf began to make her way over. At first, only a very undignified wheeze answered Indra’s concern, and her ears pressed slick to the curve of her ivory neck with embarrassment of her own. Another followed, but it was a raspy, meek ”I think I will not die today.” Was this how Verx felt?

Her greyed heart constricted at the thought, as if a giant had snatched that pulsing part of her and squeezed. Tail feathered about sheepishly, giving a stuttering huff to clear her throat once more, and abandoned the musing in the same breath. Not now.

”Ah, y-yes. I— well, my family and I took leave due to instigations from our contenders. Our pack on ze cliffs dispersed soon after.” They were a family, weren’t they? For all their faults? Biting at scarred lips, Aure pawed absently at her own hare. “I—“ she squeaked, cleared her throat again, “I am Aurëwen.”