Firefly Glen Sweet Little Sister

A noise of a croon of a wolf that knew her, and she turned, but it was not one she recognized. Evergreen eyes traced over the wolf with surprise. She offered him the sweetest smile she could muster. But if he looked he would see her brother looking there.

Hello. She looked at him with surprise. Her tail wagged behind her and she could smell it there, her brother's scent. Faint, but against him all the same. He must have thought she was he and so forth. It had happened often enough. The only difference was their slight height differences and Alaric had more brown.