The Unlikely Packmate [PO]

The boy had been planning on trying his paw at hunting, but whatever took those big booming steps ahead was clearly too much to a child to tackle alone. Still, maybe if he got a peek at it, he could let one of the older wolves know, and they’d be able to come and get it? With the days growing shorter and colder, surely it was important to get as much food together as they could. Just like that squirrel had been doing with the nuts.

His eyes just about bugged out of his head when the thing said Good morning, in a voice that seemed to reverberate right through his skull. Oversized ears turned back for a moment before curiousity got the better of him (he did try, but Arne was not exactly a very clever child). Pushing though the long grass, blades catching on the small tushes on either side of his dark face. When his eyes finally adjusted to the bright beast, it almost seemed as bright as Ardyn’s mother, the only word that managed to leave his mouth was a low whispered "Coooool!" as his tail began to wave at his back with delight.

"speech".