Painting with friends

Vesper looked up as the teacher spoke, tilting her head and listening to the instructions. She had introduced herself as steward, and Vesper really wasn’t sure what sort of position that was in a pack. High enough to give her grief if she didn’t obey her word to a letter? She was too tired to cause much of a fuss anyway. Just the effort of getting here had been a lot for the injured wolf.

She kept her sharp tongue to herself, and instead dipped her paintbrush in the red next, spreading it across her blue. Oh! That was unexpected, it turned purple anywhere the blue and red interacted. Hmm. How many more colours could they make?


"Speech"