I'm not gonna write you a love song

At the male calling himself Octavius Rook, Hestia nodded and waited for his next comment, hoping that he wouldn't notice the thin, pale gray and pink place where her scar was, the fur just beginning to grow back. When he asked if he could come closer, the black sheep sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I guess." Finally remembering her manners when meeting a stranger, she dipped her head. "Hestia Sovari, the only black and white wolf in my family." She was rare, in a way. And if her red siblings didn't realize that......well, she didn't know. With a small grin as she moved closer, listening to him ask her if she was alright, she nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. I've fought with coyotes before, and a little fall into snow isn't gonna hurt me." She smiled again, and sat down next to Rook. "Nice to meet you, Rook." She said softly. She glanced at his dull golden eyes, and had to bite back the comment. His eyes are really pretty. So is his fur color. She shook her head, breaking the awkward silence now that she was thinking about his fur color.

"So, that sunset's pretty, right?" A glance at the male next to her made her smile a little. "So, do you have any family here? I have four other siblings, three younger than me. Fiamette, the oldest, is mother's favorite. She's red and black, like mom is. Then there's Solo, but he left to live with his princess. Arisu is my younger sister, the only russet one. She's a good friend. And Vivek is the one who looks most like mother. I've been told that I look like my grandmother, except for my white markings and blue eyes." A small chuckle came from Hestia as she continued to speak. "It's awful to see how we treat each other. Fia is mean to everyone, and everyone except Arisu and Vivek pick on me. It was worse when we were younger. I guess we've grown more mature as we got older."

While that was the most she said to another wolf, something about Rook made her want to talk even more. She wasn't entirely sure what it was. At least, not yet.

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