Baited Breath

The male towered over her, looking at her with concern in his blue eyes. Sparrow panted and a moment of silence passed between them as they looked at one another. Finally, the brute told her to follow him and Sparrow did without hesitation. She knew if her aunt felt comfortable here, these had to be good wolves! Soon, they came upon the barn and the slate boy announced that he didn't know what alfalfa was, but that he would help carry it. Overcome by gratefulness, Sparrow rushed into the tall form, "Thank you!" she murmured. Then she paused. She didn't know this guy. Quickly Sparrow pulled back, her face flushing under her fur. She looked at the ground for a moment then her eyes snapped up to the horizon, "The alfalfa! Let's seeeee..."

Sparrow busied herself looking for the herb. It took her only a few moments before she found some, "AHA! Here it is!" She plucked some quickly, then tuned and got some more, then a little extra for good luck, returning each piece to a pile. When she felt done, she stood at her little pile and beamed towards the brute, "Help?" she asked with a small smile and a wag of her bushy tail.