Storm's A Brewin'

The young wolf would look up at her woefully and sobbed. Rœkia's ears fell to the side. "Oh you poor dear…" She moved to see if the girl would allow her to snuggle next to her to offer some warmth as wolf flew down to land on the snow. The girl admitted she was lost and Rœ took the opportunity to take in the woman's scent. Another pack wolf though Rœkia did not know the names of the packlands and thus could not connect the scents to any. "Lost? Well, I'm a traveller. I've wandered Alacritis up and down, perhaps I can help you? Where are you trying to get to? Do you have a name I might call you, love?" Wolf remained quiet, watching his canine companion work.

"Speech"