seven ways to sunday

She didn’t answer, and he fell into a mildly awkward silence. She kept walking, and he paused a second, then followed behind. Yurella’s voice echoed behind her, soaking morose words into the brown wolf’s ears. His brows lifted with surprise at the sudden change in attitude, his lips drawn apart slightly with puzzlement. ”Oh…” a soft murmur escaped his mouth. Alone for three years. That answered his question. It also sounded dreadful. ”Have you ever tried joining one of the packs around here?” he asked, stepping up his pace a tad to walk beside her once more. ”I mean, I know there are some around here – I’ve smelled them,” he added, twisting his head to watch her with sympathy as they walked.