he who is brave, is free; sabra, any, wolves?

[Lavendel]

Lavendel

"Who are you?" They are the first words that leave her mouth since the wolves arrived. The stallion that enters the Sylvan woods is strange. New. Lamb approaches him quietly, milk colored tendrils gleaming in the pale light of the morning.The words come off cross, but the girl is anything but. More over she is confused. It wasnt quite often that equines came into Sylva unanounced. 

She stares at the golden stud with wary eyes, her ears turned forward as she listens for the tell tale snarling of the beasts that had overcome her home. She had never liked wolves, but since that fateful day in her past they seemed to follow her. Stalk her. She was on high alert these days, never skipping a beat in the fast hours of her life. "I am Lavendel, and I assume you know where you are?" Her eyes are kinder, for perhaps he was lost? Or perhaps he wished to see Sabra... He would have to answer for himself she supposed.

Little Lamb