Rolling Coal

She shook herself again and huffed, looking at the sandy colored boy, exhausted. "I am Micha" She said quietly, aquatic eyes scanning the boy. He couldn't have been over a year old. He must have been far from home, she couldn't smell or hear another wolf for miles, what could he be doing out here. "What drew you out here Caeto?" She asked quietly, sitting on her hatches to scratch one of her over-sized ears. Perhaps she was wrong. Perhaps there were other wolves in the area. Maybe even a pack. "From where do you hail?" She asked.

Speech!