Are You Soulless?

The girl was happy her question wasn’t construed as deliberate rudeness. She was socially awkward, not a monster.

Modesty looked at the woman’s ruff with stars in her eyes, “Cool! I have spikes in mine!” She dipped her own head, giving a small shake to make the quills along her neck and over her shoulders rattle against each other. Almost as an afterthought, she remembered the other wolf had asked her name, “I’m Modesty. Are you going anywhere in particular, or are you just exploring like I am?” She asked Jynn, her tail still beating a staccato beat at her rear.

“Speech”