Disparity

Qanik's stride faltered in it's even, measured cadence as a call rang out for her. The last time Roman had called out for her had been... the day they had discovered the sickness had struck. It was not a good memory, and she was still glad to hear her alpha's voice ring out without the desperation it had then. But concern still gnawed at her, for Roman was still weak from the sickness.

She turned away from the border to move more deeply into their territory, following the call. It took a little while, for Roman was all the way over by the lake, so she had plenty of time to worry and wonder. But finally her oversized paws brought her into the clear area around the lake, and she saw her alpha's bright dyed markings and purple eyes against the white of the snow.

Approaching, Qanik lowered her head in respect. Something smelled... different about Roman, but Qanik's nose had never been her strong point and the scent of illness still clung to Roman to confuse things. "You called for me, Roman?" Her low voice held a warm note, always glad to see and speak to the wolf she thought of more and more as a surrogate daughter.



speech.