A Summer Job

Abby nearly jumped out of her skin at the polite greeting, suddenly dragged back to the quite frightening reality of the large man with long fangs before her. It didn't take long for her to adjust, but she couldn't help but laugh at herself. In her daydreaming she had briefly forgotten why she was there in the first place.

"Erm," She started, taking another moment to collect herself. "Hello Tryian, er, sir? I'm Abby. Or Abilene." Her own name felt sour on her tongue. Better get straight to the point. "I wish to join your pack." She quickly picked up the neat pile of flowers at her feet. "I brought Agrimony." Her voice was slightly garbled by the flowers stalks in her mouth. It wasn't a strong case for her acceptance, but it was worth a try.