SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE

Plopped up on the log, the little lad had reveled in the feeling of the crisp night, when the white ghost that had become something of his 'mother', appeared nearly out of nowhere. 'Seth?!' She asked, speaking his name urgently, 'Are you alright?' A small meek smile, flickered on his jaws, and his tail wagged weakly. Crap, was he in trouble? "Yes Irin! I'm fine I just wanted to explore!" No sooner had the words left his mouth, and another figure appeared, crashing into Irin.

As the other one stammered, he scrambled down to the slightly older youth. "Hi!" He squeaked looking at the brown wolf, from his one good eye. Who was this new wolf?