one step of a million

Sybil had hoped that with the utterance of her family name, she'd get a glimmer of recognition from the
wolf, a sign that she wasn't a stranger here. Alas, no dice.  The woman gave her a name, Wren. She
was a bit big for a bird, but her honey coat and masked face suited the name. She wore her warm
tones well, and made the girl wonder what it'd have been like if she inherited the honey blondes
of her father. Her eyes were big and blue like hers, but the colour on Wren's was richer.

She observed the shewolf as she lured the fish with a disturbance of surface tension. The creatures
came, hungry and eager, and the girl was surprised to see her catch one with her paws. It was a
technique she hadn't seen before, most fisherman she encountered caught the fish with their
teeth. Wren's reflexes were admirable, though maybe she just didn't want to stick her head
in freezing water.

The other wolf allowed her to make the kill, and she bent over the fish, almost daintily moving her jaws
around it. with a quiet snip, the deed was done, and the girl began to eat. Fish wasn't her
favourite. She preferred the small game, admittedly the only thing she could catch. She'd eat
all the same.

As for talk... Sybil didn't know how to continue. This was an adult, visibly stronger than her, and
talking about her family of moderate wealth might as well be asking to be kidnapped. She could
pontificate about the differences between fish and wolves like her family would when approaching
a potential client, but she was sure she wouldn't be able to do it as well as them. That, and she
wasn't even sure if these wolves had currency to spend. She'd have to settle for the mundane.
"Dreadful weather lately, yes?" she spoke, referencing the storm that had led her here. Maybe
it had affected other wolves too.

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