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Anu crouched to the floor slowly, her eyes on the young wolf. She was cold, wet from snow and thin. She felt the urge to frown in sorrow, but instead kept her smile present. It would only make the pup fearful if she gave unfavorable expressions. A peeping voice called out, distracting Anu from her looks and focusing on her story. Of course, a mother.
She said nothing, for the silvery woman appeared and explained the situation. With a quiet observation she took her time to take in the sad news. It was likely that the mother of this child was gone, lost to the early winter cold or simply lost to the work. It pained her heart to think that this was a parentless child, but woes and tears would not help this Blaise.
The cellar; the meat will be tough but it will suffice until Oak returns. Her son would bring them a fresh kill, but it may be hours of even a day before he did. She turned to the pup, kindness in her eyes. She sat slowly beside her, the fire blooming. Her mother was not here, Isn't the fire warm? She asked softly as she settled. Would you like to stay here Blaise? We can look for your mother once you have rested, had something to eat and warmed up a bit.
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