A Lone Wanderer

Sylvia lifted her head to the wind, there was a new scent there besides the dull blood smell. She looked to her side, her ocean blue eyes laying upon a new wolf. By the looks of it, he was a young male with the fur color of a warm brown. Curiously she looked at him for a moment and then he spoke. “Yer not a pack dog, are ye?” he asked her and then he followed up with saying that she didn’t smell of one.

She smiled at the stranger, “No I am not a pack dog” she spoke in a soft tone. “However I do wish to seek out a friend or a family in my future” she paused there not willing to say another word about her past. She then tilted her head at the young one before her, although she wasn’t quite much older than him. “My name is Sylvia, May I ask your name?” She asked with a kind voice before taking a few steps closer to the stranger.