Seed of Doubt

The packlands were soggy to say the least and Estelle very much felt herself longing for dry land and not for the first time wondered if her decision to join the pack was a bad one. Paws treaded damp ground and she pushed her way through wet draping branches. She hobbled around with no real plan or objective in mind. The scent of another wolf eventually reached her and she adjusted her course. It occurred to her she ought to make an effort to socialize with her pack mates.

Following the scent Estelle eventually found herself before a chocolate colored male, a bit younger than she was. “Hallo.” She spoke softly, accented voice wrapping awkwardly around the word.






"Pouvez-vous m'entendre?"