Violet
Getting used to everything I had seen, and the fact that I now had my own wolf, felt serene.
She never spoke as she accompanied me, padding silently at my side as I wandered through the half-buried city. When I stopped, she stopped. When I moved, she moved. There was something almost endearing about it.
While looking through the ruins, I crouched before a section of wall that had been protected from the worst of the erosion. Faded colours clung to the stone. It might have been a beautiful mural, but the image was too damaged for me to make out.
"It must have been beautiful back then," I whispered.
My wolf settled beside me, its warmth radiating against my arm.
She didn't say anything.
Her silence had unnerved me at first, but it was odd how she found every opportunity to press herself against me.
I always found myself leaning into her warmth in return.
