No den??

Oh whaddya know? He had found her. He blinked at the stranger with big blue eyes, still reeling from surprise and loss of balance. The expression didn’t last for long, before he broke out into a grin, as bright as a sun over the horizon. He shuffled his feet and looked at the paws Hester had spoken of. “It sure feels like it sometimes!” he agreed, showing her just how big his puppy paws were. He still had a lot of growing left to do, if the size of his paws were anything to go by. Sometimes they made him as clumsy as could be.

“Are you Hester then? Da said you was a warrior and a new wolf, and you joined by killing a bear what a showing! Was you awfully frightened?” he wanted to know. Bombarding her with questions in the night like they held no end. He was a curious pup, and Hester had fought a bear with her father, and then tussled in the arena. She already had an interesting story, and she had barely joined. What even was up with that? He had to know everything.