Learning to face disaster

Gloom · Updated 04/30/23:

A figure approached and when the scent reached her, familiar but not comforting, the girl cowered back a bit further, watching with wide eyes as the man approached. Some cousin or other of hers, of which she had a great deal many. Which was why she hardly felt comforted by his approach, the only wolves she'd grown close enough to, to really trust outside her siblings and mother was her uncle Rhyme. Still, she understood enough to believe that if Rhyme was okay with any wolves it was likely to be the ones in his pack. She knew he would never have let dangerous wolves in.

Not that she yet understood he wasn't alpha anymore either, she had been much too fear-stricken at that meeting, surrounded as she was by mostly strangers, to focus on anything said. So when Corvus spoke the girl stared up at him for a moment, eyes wide, nervousness visible in her face and stance. Slowly she nodded, not trusting her voice. Slowly, painfully slowly the girl pulled herself from the den, rising to her full, tiny, height and watched cautiously for her cousin to make his next move. She dared not get any closer, yet.

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Learning to face disaster

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