FESTIVAL

Phim stumbled along just in front of her father and behind her brother as they set off to meet their pack family for the first time. She was nervous about what the others would think of her, so funny shaped and round, but she was also excited, her curiosity immense. She looked at the many wolves around them, her eyes stopping only to focus on two. First, the woman her mother had called Katja. They were introduced and Phim smiled and dipped her head when the woman spoke her name.



Second, a white wolf who reminded her of her father came to them, calling them family in a voice that sent chills through the child's spine. She stared openly at this female, unaware of any relation between them, unaware that she shared the same eyes as the father of the white witch. Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times before she found words she was satisfied with.



"Who are you?"

"Speech"