Dear child, you will not find them. They are gone. You are alone now.
Keeping her voice gentle, she hoped the simple thing would eventually be able to process her words.
It is a pleasure, Willowbelle.
Dipping her head in a respectful gesture, amusement danced in her eyes.
My titles are not… typical. I was not born a wolf. I merely inhabit its body. I am an immortal made flesh.Much to her disdain.
But that is not for you to fret over. You may refer to me as such, if it so pleases you.
Round and round the lass circled, and Melinoë remained at ease. There was clearly no threat in those eyes, nor in the way she moved, only eagerness and a simple kind of joy.
You are perfectly fine as you are. Do not cease speaking on my behalf.
