Bexley
Those two she-wolves not only got out of the car, but smiled right at her as they walked over to her. They were young, she thought to herself, though she couldn’t quite recall just how old they were, but by the way they acted, likely only 18 or 19 she thought. She’d been gone from that place for too long to recall anything about the leadership of the pack.
Though they looked more than happy to be here, as they walked over to her “Afternoon,” they both greeted her. Though they both kind of frowned at all the scars they could see, she was unconcerned about them being seen. It was unlikely these two she-wolves would know she’d once come from their own pack.
Bexley was older than Ryder was and had been inside that pack four years longer than Ryder herself. They’d have just been small
