A Lone Wanderer

The boy stiffened at the young woman's approach. "You could be lyin'." He said aloud, though he wasn't sure how she could've removed the pack stench from her pelt. As she moved closer, the boy took a small step back, just to put some distance between them.

Still, he figured there would be no harm in the sharing of information. "My ma called me Esther." He replied. He stared warily at the she wolf. She could be anybody, and Esther didn't like that. "Why are you here?" The fact that he had found the pale lady in this bloodied place didn't match with her soft tones and gentle words. Too strange.