Not like the others

Kite spent much of the day waiting for it to be night again. She tried to spend much of her time in the caves, but today she was in the woods. Her father had made her some bracers that she proudly wore on he forpaws, and she was pretending to fight imaginary wolves when a voice shocked her to stillness. She paused, trying to get an idea of what was moving around her. She smelled wolf, with a funny musk she didn’t recognise. She didn’t think this was an Armada wolf.

Her unvoiced questions were answered quickly enough as the stranger spoke, knowing her name and giving his own. “You can call me Kite. Can I call you Ant?” She asked, Artorias seemed a little long, and she wasn’t sure she’d get it right on the first go. “I haven’t met Briar, but Daddy said she was going to come visit, is that why you're here?” She asked in the general direction of the voice.

"Speech"