Nefretiri
"This is Shiloh," Chakra held her son up for me as I held Zaya in my arms. "Shiloh, this is the woman who saved you."
It was early afternoon, and I was sitting outside with the Silver claw pack. Bronx refused to interact with the other wolves, claiming they were weak and spoiled. That didn't stop him from accepting the clothes and food offered. That was a little hypocritical, but Chakra explained Bronx had very little trust in the human world since they'd never lived in it. Wherever they'd been kept was away from all of the modern comforts we enjoyed, and I suddenly understood why he thought it made us weak. Many of this pack had never lived inside a proper building before. I remembered seeing the cages in the stable-like structure he'd shown me.
"Hey, sweet boy," I cooed, gently rubbing his tiny head. Zaya slowly crawled toward the new pup, curious about him. "This is Zaya, but when she's in human form, we call her Pen-Pen."
