Wishing well

She was approved to lead the way, and instantly her paws started to carry her farther into the cave, approaching the light source so they might finally learn what it was, eyes perpetually on a swivel to watch their surroundings for any signs of danger whether they be predators, other wolves, or natural occurrences. Carlys remained perched on the girl’s shoulder, letting her lead the way.

She offered a soft smile and a shake of her head. “Yes, I am currently unaffiliated with any pack.” She had been training herself over the past couple of weeks to stop saying ‘tribe’, instead replacing it with the colloquial term of the region. She liked to think she had been doing well. She could smell the familiar scents of wolves she had previously run into. “You’re from Valhalla?” She asked, recalling the particular combination before on both Aurielle and Cairo. “I’ve met your Spirit, Aurielle… and Cairo as well.” She explained, knowing it might sound, well, off for her to know such information right off the bat. Cairo had helped her learn of the land, and Aurielle had given her wisdom on how to proceed when her world had come crashing down.