Sleepy Fox Hollow Folk star

A large—in every sense of the word—dark wolf approached Brook, and she swallowed hard. He reminded her of the type that did so well in Tortuga. Those who could not only take a beating, but also dish one out. As much as she had tried, Brook had never been good at either of those things. Tortuga had toughened her, but it hadn't been enough to mold her into the kind of wolf who would thrive there. Lakshmi didn't spend too much time looking at him, as she had averted her gaze when he approached, and she continued to look at his feet.

I—um— she coughed quietly, ridding her throat of the phlegm that had built up there. Another wolf had approached, though Brook kept her eyes cast downward and didn't get a sense of her except for a whiff of her scent. Are you recruiting? she managed to squeak out. Even as the words came out, they were weak. She was weak. What pack would take her, and why did she expect that she'd get lucky this time? Tortuga would have laughed in her face if she'd come to them like this. She had seen others turned away there, how pitiful they had looked. The elders had told her that she too would be turned away if she grew up to be weak. And that was exactly what had happened.