to this moment

The young wolf didn’t so much as stir in worry at the sight of him, and he wondered at that. He took another deep breath in, scenting her, and getting that familiar taste. Yes, He knew one who was related to her, closely related. If the age similarities where to go by, he would say that she was the littermate of the wolf on his mind. Interesting, for he knew his young slave believed she was alone in the world.

“Drink, then” he offered, taking a step back in case she believed he bared her from the water source, drink, and leave not he thought to himself. His pack needed the resource of her, she could help them hunt, and be there for Deathbelles children. She was far from home, if home had been near the volcano, as the child had said it was. Had she escaped the volcano without her family? Certainly her coat wasn’t thick with the scents of pack. She had been alone for a time. “Does the name Adelaide mean anything to you?” he asked after a moment, expecting a reaction as he spoke the name of her sister.