Talking Shop

Haydée is up North, hoping to find a trace of her brother Alex but, so far, finding nothing. There are other things that the girl can do will taking her time trying to pin him down and, right now, she is about to visit the Armada. Bellamy had spoken of the possibility of trading with the pack and the girl needs to follow up to see if that is an option. Well… and let them know of the change in leadership. Small paws crunch through the snow that is gathered on the ground and the girl suppresses a shiver. Even though the sun is high in the sky, the cold is almost unbearable.

The only other time she had experienced snow was when she was born but she doesn’t remember it being this cold. Pulling to a stop at a respectful distance from the border, a soft sneeze fills the air and is followed by a loud sniffling as the girl tries to collect herself. Finally, she tips her head back to sing a call for the alpha of the pack, requesting their presence for a friendly chat. Steam fills the air around her face as she howls and the call fades off into another small sneezing fit at the end.

Shivering, the girl realizes she should have worn something warm to go visit a pack in the North. Oh well, she has learned that lesson.


"Haydée Kedieo"