Jade Fern Grove Silver Sheen of Shacklebrook

This one gives her space. And Inkeri finds she is appreciative of it. She has met so many wolves lately, it is becoming overwhelming for the shy she wolf. So used to being near her sister. Winding herself around her sister. Never leaving her side. There is a dull ache there now. Inkeri wags her own tail, once, twice.

Inkeri can't help the smile that falls off her lips. This one is musical. Lyrical. her laugh like bird song. It is beautiful. That is okay. okay. Her mimicry making a habit of showing up. She looked down quickly, not wanting to see the shame of her problem winking back at her.

I am Inkeri.