Carrie’s Point of View
"Can I help you?" I asked in a false friendly voice.
"Yes, I think you can," said the female of the pair. She looked unkempt, wrinkled clothing and fairly thin, but her brown eyes were steady as she met mine. She didn't look feral. Still, I held myself ready in case she tried anything.
"What do you need?"
"Sanctuary. We heard there's a new pack forming around here, and you're the first wolf we've found," she said, her voice a bit louder than I thought was wise in a place where humans could be around any corner. "You smell of pack."
I looked past her to the male. He was quiet, but he seemed steady and in control of himself, although he wouldn't meet my eyes. Our pack did need more members if we were going to be taken seriously, but allowing in a lot of rogues cou
