we start with stars in our eyes

WE START BELIEVING THAT WE BELONG | The sound of a voice startles her, and she's ashamed of it, her face reeling back from gulping down water. She looks up to find another wolf— surprise warms her, because she certainly hadn't expected to find one of her own, to speak a common tongue with the new creatures of this land. But it seems wolves are everywhere they wish to be. Juneau eyes the other woman— no, the girl. Younger and obviously so, with a voice that cracks and wavers. But a female nonetheless, and something about that puts Juneau at ease.

"I am," she says kindly. Juneau stretches slowly, dipping down, pushing her back out, feeling her joins pop and her muscles stretch. The reprieve from the desert that she'd clawed her way through for the last few days is joyous, and Juneau almost feels like a puppy again just from the mounting relief. When she straightens herself up, she looks at the white wolf— dirty from the sand and the grit, but Juneau supposes she must look quite the same, mud up her paws. "You're alright?"" She asks, frowning. It's against her very nature to leave another woman unattended, especially one so young. Juneau's never been very good around pups— her patience is thin —but she's enjoyed the bright and intelligent and eager to learn company of the young women back home.

"I'm Juneau," she offers, to perhaps put the other female at ease.