The young man who bounded up to Anabel caught the pretty tribrid off guard, but she smiled at Shadow. “I’m doing well today, Shadow. Thank you.” She was intrigued at Shadow’s nervous energy. Why was he so anxious to speak to Anabel? “How about yourself?” In truth, she was lonely. Emilia, Anabel’s sly, deadly friend, hunted a lot, and Anabel didn’t really speak to anyone else in the small pack. She wasn’t shy, exactly - she just preferred to listen and to watch.
“I was wondering if you’d like to go on a hunt with me? We also don’t have to go hunting either, we could do whatever you wanted, we could stay in the pack, go on a run, go down by the lake.” Anabel grinned shyly at Shadow’s sheepish look. “Sorry I’m just excited.”
“No worries, Shadow! I would love to go with you.” The black wolf was not one Anabel had clocked a lot of interaction with. But she knew him to be a sweet wolf. She thought she rather liked Shadow.

“So draw your knives, ladies, prepare for war. . . .”