Record Lows

Aryn was oblivious to the approaching stranger, and as her soft voice rang out the young lady startled and jumped to her feet. With one striped foreleg she hastily brushed away her tears, sniffling hard in an attempt to contain them. The stranger looked about the same age as she was, though in size she towered over Aryn easily.

"Oh, uhm." Her young voice shook, her breathing rapid and uneven as her sobs slowed. "B-both, I guess." The blue lady seemed friendly enough, but Aryn had learned the hard way how not everyone was how they seemed. She wondered absently if she might have met the wolves holding her family captive, and if she had, did she think them kind at first glance? The suspicion was clear in her watering eyes and she took a step back, closer to the edge of the path.