one step of a million

It was true. Wren didn't know anything about Sybil's situation. She let the silence continue as the woman finished washing, licking clean her paws now. She was hardly anyone special to give advice to, but she considered it a small comfort she cared at all. Some folks would spout nonsense about bloodline destinies and then look stupid when they failed. She didn't have that confidence. It wasn't blood that made a wolf, but a brain and blood.

However, she was more or less a mutt. A father who never looked at his daughter. A mother trying to raise the unwanted pup but ultimately giving up. Wren set out on her own when she was able. Never looked back. But darker things did happen... And she pushed them to the side. Mother was dead. Pops was dead. She had the surname Baines and nothing else to her name. No noble heritage to speak of. "It can seem like a lot" she began again with a shrug "just take it one step at a time."

Life, that is.

"Speech"