Sucre’s gaze lingered on the water, fixed on the fish that were moving below the surface. Her focus had caused her to drop her guard, and when she heard a voice she’d startle, head flicking around quickly as her gaze landed on a wolf. “Are you a cat?” The question that came from the wolf was strange. It disarmed Sucre’s natural anxiety of other predators as she frowned a little, confusion on her face. “I am… although of the small variety…” Perhaps the wolf confused her with the larger wild cats that she’d already seen stalking these lands. Sucre was wary of many of them too, except the playful lioness she had met in the giant forest.
“Hestia…” Sucre spoke the name slowly. This wolf, much like the one she had met in the North, seemed to have no intention of attacking or eating her. That was a relief. The next questions came close together, and Sucre’s gaze shifted over to her penguin companions as Hestia finished asking the second one. “They are friends, though kind of like sisters in a way, despite our differences.” Sucre explained with a small smile. She glanced back over at Hestia.
“We all love fish, though Anna and Nina never really expected someone who would rival them in that way.” An amused purr slipped past her lips and she stretched, slowly approaching the wolf, though she still kept some distance between them. “My name is Sucre, by the way. You… don’t smell of others… do you travel alone?” She had thought it was more common for wolves to be in a groups, but maybe she was wrong?
