Natalie hadn’t had the hazard to see many wolves backyard of winter. Definitely not a Summer wolf. The one time Harry had shifted round her, she had been busy running away. Now she was curious about what his wolf looked like.
“Your wolf is pretty beautiful I must say,” the woman smiled. “You seem to be completely happy right here too. I didn’t assume to see a Winter wolf smiling in Summer ever again.”
“I’m sorry,” Natalie said, maintaining lower back the irritation she felt, “who are you?”
If she used to be going to have to listen to anyone else speaking about her as though she had been a fungus on their valuable summer season lands, she at least deserved to recognize their name.
“My title is Fiona,” the lady smiled.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Natalie. Not Winter, or Winter wolf, or some
