Gray-tipped ears flicked as a frown tugged at her maw. There was no hesitation as the mother set off toward the sound. The weather may have been more forgiving than the wicked winds that had torn through the Rise, but it was still far too cold to be alone.
Making quick progress, it didn’t take long to spot the smaller cream wolf against the endless white.
Hello! Are you alright, sweetling? Are you lost?she called in a gentle, maternal tone, coming to a stop a few feet away.
Are you cold? You shouldn’t be out here by yourself. I am Kirain, one of the Toisiche of these lands. You stand at Camhanaich’s border.
Her voice softened.
You are safe now. Do not fret.










