Story for Story

Fever listened as her mother shared her beliefs on strength and usefulness. It seemed as though Ava didn't fight much for the pack, but she was able to use her skills in other ways. Fever considered, her brow furrowing as she thought about it. Then she gave her head a tilt to the side. "But what can I do? I don't have any cool skills. I talk to people that aren't there. Other wolves in the pack think I'm creepy." A frown formed on the girl's face and she looked up into Avacyn's eyes with her own gold and black orbs. "Do you think I'm creepy?" There was uncharacteristic vulnerability in the child's gaze as she questioned her mother. Others had told her that she was scary. That she was crazy. Would anyone ever respect or give fealty to someone crazy?

"Speech!"