The Next Color

Night was nearly caught off guard when she suddenly heard the other wolf. Jumping the small bundle of fur fluffed up trying to make her seem bigger. This girl was smaller than even her mom and dad and her dad was huge! She wished she was like him. She looked a little like him, but also had her moms pretty silver eyes. Instantly she was on edge a bit as she lowered herself down and glared at Ama. "Whose asking?" she questioned for a moment.

"My name is Gentle Night. I am Quelt and Bright moons kid. My dad is strong and my mom is kind. Wait no, both of them are nice but daddy just seems really cool and strong. Mom hunts and feeds us so there's that." Night started to ramble as she looked in every direction besides the small wolf in front of her. She didn't trust her no, but she didn't know any better. Somehow going off on a tangent.