The Brewing Storm

The child seemed to be afraid of her… or at least uncertain. The femme lowered herself towards the ground, her tail giving a friendly wag as her ears perked forward. “Yes lad, I’m an Abaven wolf just like you. There is nothing you need to fear from me.” The female set her head down on her paws, fiery gaze fixed on the youth. “My name is Pyrrhus.” She tilted her head to the side, her smile lingering. There had always been a soft spot in her heart for those smaller than herself… particularly children.

“…and you… what mighty name did they bestow upon such a strong looking young man?” Her tone was light, distracted a little, but that was for the better. If she could learn to forget about those who left… then perhaps she’d be able to make her way forward. She wanted to ask more, but for now let the little one be so he could answer her questions.