feelings? eaten. belly? round

Ophie flustered, clearly taken by surprise. She hadn't been expecting company, least of all by wolves with such long and pretty snouts. It was obvious they wanted her to follow, but Ophie was quick to fall into a self-doubt spiral as she tried to choose one out of the three. The happy wolf's energy was infectious, but the sorrowful wolf made her heart ache a little, reminded her of past pains and made her want to do all she could to make her smile again. The last one, the darkest out of the trio was kind of intimidating, to be honest. All scowly and intense.

And yet, he reminded her of family, almost. All those furrowed Fatalis brows.

"Do you um-mind if I come with you, sir? I won't be a bother, I promise."

Ophie chooses the dark and broody wolf!