The voice brought her head up, shaking snow from her whiskers. Her gaze scanned the massive wolf, certainly the largest she’d seen. With a pelt colored like sunlight over snow.
Her hackles raised slightly.
She swallowed her pride, her need to turn her snout and snarl.
“I’m on my own” a statement she knew was stupid to say. Wolves looked for those stranded. The young, the sick, the old. Those made the best prey. “I have no master” her lip curled in a slight snarl. Not directly at the goddess but at the situation itself.

She could be as free as any wolf and she’d prove it. She didn’t need owned or commanded. She’d been living so far with no command, making her own decisions. Maybe she was stubborn, but even wolves followed orders. Packs.

She’d be greater than a wolf. Completely free.

Completely opposite of the wolves accent, her voice was laced in a southern call. The type of voice that didn’t stutter or hesitate. She spoke like she was assured in every word. Strong and confident. Given the right words to say, the right situation there was no question her voice could demand respect and control.