Mudminnow River orinoco flow

The she-wolf lowered herself to the ground, her tail sweeping the grass behind her. When she spoke, her voice was softer than Druid expected. She offered an introduction, saying her name and the name of her pack. The Saints, the pup repeated in her head. It was the first pack she’d ever heard of apart from Rivenwood.

Despite the woman’s amiable demeanor, the youth hesitated. No, she eventually said, I’m not lost. But should she give her name? Should she mention where she lived? What would Witch or Heda do? Better yet, what would mama or Mahler do?

She supposed they would mind their manners. Feeling it would be rude not to reply with her own introduction, the pup added, My name is Druid, and this is Bracelet. She pointed her slim snout at the snake wrapped around her ankle. We’re from Rivenwood, in the bypass, she finished, glancing very briefly in that direction before her two-toned eyes darted back to Nyra.